Everything Elfering

This Just In: Most Neglected Blog of the Year goes to...

2011-12-08T17:02:00.000-08:00

Yes, that would be me. Last post was for Kearyn's 1 year birthday and she is just shy of the 20 month mark-you do the math. My biggest obstacle (besides lack of time) is that I don't want to share the same exact stuff/pics that I do over on Facebook (and I'm pretty sure I don't have a slew of followers that aren't already my FB friends).

But after reading back through some of last year's posts, I had an epiphany.

This blog is as much a personal journal (if not more), as it is a place to share with others.

So with that said: Let's play catch up. In the 6+ months since I last posted we have:

watched Chip's Southridge boys soccer team win the League & Regional Championships & take 4th at State
Chip & I celebrated 9 years of marriage
Drays turned 3 & played YMCA soccer this summer
went on our annual 4th of July trip to the cabin
labored in the hot sun to transform our front yard!
Welcomed our new niece Delainey
girl's soccer season started and all house projects came to a screeching halt
Caleb started 1st Grade
Chip turned 31 (gasp)
Caleb turned 7 (double gasp)
Sent Grandpa Bob to Heaven to be with Grandma Sy
Caleb started another season of hockey
RHS soccer girls won the League & ended up going out in the Regional Playoffs
House projects kicked back off with the install of our new mantle!
Thanksgiving trip to Silver Mountain, ID.
Assembly of the new Dyson vacuum & I-fit treadmill (2012 is looking cleaner & trimmer already)
Preparing & decorating for our first Christmas in our new home.

So yes, a ton has happened. And I realize I actually have more to say (than just my Facebook status)--you are shocked I'm sure.

So for anyone still out there: it's good to be back, but mostly I can't wait to start capturing snippets of our lives again. Because if this year has taught me one thing--it's that time goes by way too fast.

Thanksgiving 2011. Silver Mountain, ID.

A Year Already?

2011-04-28T21:47:00.000-07:00

Today is Miss Kearyn's 1st Birthday. I can hardly believe it has been a year since I packed my bag and left for the hospital to bring this tiny girl into our family. So much has happened since that day. For both our family and for Kearyn. It's hard for me to believe that she won't have memories of our old house, all her memories will start right here in this house. It is so fun to watch her learn something new everyday. Of course I think she is brilliant and beautiful, but help us, does she have an attitude on her. Some of her many talents include:

walking for the past month

waves hi and bye

blows kisses

climbs everything

says "hi-eee", dog, mama, dad, brother, love you, nigh-nigh

loves to wrestle with brothers and daddy

has four teeth and breaking four more-ugh!

is an uh-mazing sleeper

eats everything in sight

One of my most favorite times of the day is first thing in the morning. She wakes up so happy. I can hear her in her crib babbling to herself and playing with her lovies and dollies. I love the way her room smells like her, I wish I could just bottle it up. And its all warm from the heater and the sun pushes through her curtains. She gives me her best smile and "hi-eee." I lean over the side of her crib and she hands me all her best toys one at a time. Then she reaches up her arms and I pull her out and we snuggle. Just me and her. And I just breathe her in. And she is so stinking happy. And it is just what we both need before brothers rush in and hungry tummies need fed and the day swallows us up. Man, I love her.

Forever House.

2011-03-06T15:22:00.000-08:00

So for the past several months it would be an understatement to say that I have been feeling unsettled. We were in such limbo with the sale of the old house and purchase of the new house. And we couldn't even really call it "our new house" because it wasn't really. Not until we signed on that dotted line. But I can say it now.

Our New House.

Forever House.

Even amongst the moving chaos I have felt a sense of calm. The peace that says "you are just where you are supposed to be." And it has been great. And worth it. I guess Husband was right (grrr). Though it didn't really seem like it at the time. But like childbirth, the bad parts just kind of melt away over time and you are left with the good & happy memories and a chubby pink newborn. Except in this case we are left with a 3100 sq. foot dinosaur that was built in 1978. And while the older people who lived here before us obviously didn't subscribe to House Beautiful or watch much HGTV, they did care for the house. You know when people say it has "good bones."And that's really all we need.

The need list looked something like this: at least 2500sq ft (yup), basement or bonus room (yup), at least 4 bedrooms (try 6--one is the playroom/craftroom), potential for open floor plan (yup), good neighborhood/school (lots of young families, awesome schools), good size yard (.3 acre and backs up to a park), in our not very large price range (yup). The want list looked like this: 3 car garage (nope), big master bath (nope), walk-in closet (nope). And just like that chic Sandra says on Property Virgins; it's all about the compromise. So we didn't get a glamorous master bath with a walk in closet right this minute (though we have some big plans later down the road to remedy that), but we did get pretty much everything and more on our need list. Did I mention we have a peekaboo view of the Columbia River, room in our yard for a pool later on, and direct access to the hardly used neighborhood park?

So if you couldn't tell--we're stoked. Feeling so freaking blessed its unbelievable. We have been here 3 weeks and Chip and I still go to bed and say "I can't believe this is our house." And that's why it was worth the wait, the looking, the ups and downs, the stress. Because, as corny as it sounds, this house has been waiting for us and us for it.

And as for the plans, we've got them. We've started on a couple, some will happen more like in 4-5 years, others maybe when the kids are big enough to all move downstairs, others when the kids move out completely--you get the idea. And I hope to document it all. As we transform this big old beast into our family's Forever House.

A Rundown & Tooth Fairy Markings (Swear)

2011-01-21T15:13:00.000-08:00

My apologies for the sparse posting. Kinda some big things happening around here (or not) depending on how it all works out.

Don't you hate it when people write things like that---sooo mysterious.

So I won't do that. After all my talk about not moving, we might be moving. An opprotunity has presented itself to us. We are more than halfway there, but until they sign and we sign and someone hands me the freakin' keys I refuse to get my hopes up. I told Chip the other night, buying and selling a home is making me batty. A constant swing of emotions and the unknown is pushing me to my breaking point. Like an untrustworthy teenage boyfriend who says he will pick you up at 7pm for the movies, so you spend like 4 1/2 hours getting your bangs just right and trying on your entire closet twice, only to have him call at 6:59 to tell you that he is actually going to go hang out with his guy friends and play video games or some crap like that.

Confused yet? See...Emotionally. Unstable.

Anyways, in the midst of the chaos, life carries on. MLK weekend we spent in Seattle for a miniature person hockey tournament for Caleb. My parents graciously offered to keep Kearyn, which made things so much easier to navigate, but it was our first time leaving her overnight. So that also means I'm done nursing her, which means I am done nursing babes forever. I am confused about how I feel about this. On one hand I think it was time, on the other it seems like the end of an era (a tad melodramatic? maybe).

And she really doesn't seem to mind. She is taking the bottle like a champ. Grubbin' on more and more real food (despite only rocking the same 2 teeth for the past several months). From the pace of her crawling she seems to be training for something big. Pulling herself up on everything in sight. Attempting to stand unassited (not working out so well just yet). Waves and makes a sound that sounds very similar to "Hi-yee." Yells at her brothers. 9 months next week already. Where has the year gone?

While at the previously mentioned hockey tournament, Drayson fell into the pool without his wings on, so I did my best impression of Pamela Anderson Lee (or was she Lee Anderson then?) ala Baywatch and launched myself into the pool after him. Except for I was fully clothed, did not execute a mid-wave dive, and am not nearly as "endowed," eh hem. And as I walked my soggy-wet cat-self back to the room he had the nerve to ask me "why you not put your swimsuit on go swimming mama?" And since he was totally fine it's actually mostly humorous now.

Now on to these 'tooth fairy markings.' I'm sure you're dying to know (maybe you even scrolled all the way down to find out? or not. I'm going with not). Remember, Caleb lost his first tooth on New Years day. So we did the whole put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy bit. In the morning Caleb woke to find a crisp $20 bill under his pillow (whoa you say. me too. I was informed that this is very reasonable for a first tooth. I disagreed, but Great Grandpa Bob got on board with it and pitched in the $20 bucks. I was thinking more like $5. Grandparents are cool like that). Anyways, along with the dinero, Caleb also noticed some whiteish markings on his navy blue sheets near his pillow. And with total sincerity he says to us "Look! Tooth Fairy Markings! She must have left these when she was here last night!"

Call it what you want. I'm calling it what it is: Drool. But who am I to say?.

So yesterday Caleb wakes up and says "More tooth fairy markings, she must have been here last night checking on my loose tooth." And Drayson freaks and yells "someone was in our room last night!" and starts looking in the closet. I was dying. One of those times you wished you had on tape. I figure journaling it would be second best. But it just seems to lose a little something in translation.

In other news. Remember back when I was delerious with Pregnancy? and I wrote the post lamenting about how I thought I had lost my humor? Read here to be reminded. Well I think it has been slowly returning. Or maybe that's just my other personality telling me lies. See again? Truly. Unstable.

What Say You, 2011...

2011-01-10T15:11:00.000-08:00

...should we make it the best one yet?

Not saying I didn't have a good 2010. But let's just say I could do without quite as many challenges this year. Who am I kidding? We all know they will just be different challenges than the previous year. Instead of baking & birthing a babe, while rearing 2 others, I will be rearing 3 this year. (Now all of you other rockstar mamas with more than 3 babes are thinking "if only I just had 3, 3 would easy-peasy, she has no idea" just like I think of everyone with less than 3). But that's life for ya. Hindsight's 20/20 right.

At least there will be no 15 hour labor followed by a C-section, followed by anemia, followed by pure and utter exhaustion, followed by baby blues, followed by lack of sleep, followed by me questioning myself as a mother. Ok, maybe there will still be exhaustion & lack of sleep (but maybe not quite as much--insert crossed fingers). And I think I will always have times when I question myself as a mother.

But this past 2010 has taught me something.
That I can do more than I ever thought possible or gave myself credit for.

Even though I will always be hard on myself. Thinking I could have done better. When I look back on some of the things I have done, I'm pretty freaking proud of myself. I'm kinda awesome.

Maybe some people don't think it's a feat to get 3 kids to and from the grocery store without raising my voice, but I do. Preparing a nice meal and doing 5 loads of laundry?, check. Coaching 40+ high school girls while also mentally preparing the week's meal prep?, done and done. I'm going to celebrate the small battles. The everyday stuff. The stuff my kids take for granted, but hopefully one day appreciate.

I'm going to high-five people when my kid scores a goal. I'm going to post a ridiculous amount of pictures of my own kids to Facebook and shamelessly brag about how beautiful they are. I'm going to thank my Mom for going above and beyond and tell my Dad I love him. I'm going to teach my kids to be kind to others even when they might not be kind back. I'm not going to get caught up in bigger, better, best--I'm going to be happy right where God has put me. I'm going to go on more dates with my husband and smooch him in public. I'm going to pass around babies with my friends. I'm going to apologize quickly when I make a mistake. Swallow my pride and keep a handle on my mouth. I'm going to forgive myself and others and keep remembering tomorrow is a new day.

So if you see me in Winco patting myself on the back--well, you'll know.

Watch out 2011. I'm taking names and kicking ass.

Because I don't want to end up on an episode of Hoarders..

2011-01-03T15:19:00.000-08:00

No, it's not really that severe. But I have been hanging on to a few items, that we don't use anymore. You know the items, too nice to give away or sell in a yard sale to the haggler for .75 cents?. I decided to post them to Craigslist, but wanted to give ya a chance here (that's assuming that people actually read my blog).

Dolby Digital portable DVD player with 2 screens. New 3 yrs ago. Our new car has one built in. $50 bucks OBO

Seven for All Mankind Designer maternity jeans. Size 25/short (yes I am a gnome). Loved these!! But alas, Kearyn was my final babe. These were so good to me as "in between jeans" as well. Only wore em for 4 months. Originally purchased at a Pea in the Pod for 180 (insert Gasp here, but they fit me like a glove). Asking 75.

These next 3 kinda do make me seem like a hoarder. 2 coach bags and a Dooney & Bourke. Good condition with some normal wear. Have been hanging out in my closet since I got a new one a year and a half ago. What can I say, my MIL knows how much I love them! $50/each OBO.

Classic C's, brown, medium size, hardly used, strap extends.

Smaller sized bag. Classic C's, black.
Perfect size. I loved this bag.

Figured someone else could get some love out of them. And if I'm good I'll take my earned $ and get some organizing items (and not buy another purse)! I figure this can start my New Year off right. Declutter & Organize 2011!!

Leave me a comment of email me at EvyQ612@hotmail.com.

I'm Here...Somewhere beneath all the toys & wrapping paper

2010-12-26T16:37:00.000-08:00

So it looks like Toys R us had a little too much Egg Nog at Target's Christmas party and threw up on our house.

Literally.

Good thing this little lady started crawling this week. At least she'll be able to get out from under it all.

The boys made out like bandits as always. Even though we only got them 2 gifts a piece and Santa kicked in one. The grandmas just can't seem to control themselves. And you know, when I'm a grandma, I probably won't be able to either.

Love this one of all my most special people. I always knew he'd be a great daddy, but he just keeps proving it over and over again.

Speaking of good dads...I think we've got one in the making. At least he is feeding Dolly the bottle in this pic--there was a little confusion (and a lot of hilarity) when he pulled up his shirt to nurse her...

I crafted my butt off this year. And these couldn't have been a bigger hit with the grandparents. And it's a good thing because do you have any idea how long it takes to cut out one of those heads (x3 kids, x5 sets of grand/great-grands).

Lots of snuggles with family. Love this one of my mama and girlie.

and this one of my mister and our princess

And my oldest baby--who is far from it and more of a little man.

Hard to beleive last year she was kicking me in the ribs. Can't imagine our family without this sweet gal. She is starting to develop her own personality. Loves to laugh, smile, wave, clap and eat!

And after all was said and done. A good family photo--and everyone is smiling.
It really is a Christmas Miracle!

And now I'm going to go wade through the mess to find myself a sugar cookie.

Crap. I Might Just Be Turning Into 'that' Mom

2010-12-07T17:46:00.000-08:00

I feel that I must admit something.

When I watch my little guy play hockey (well, anything for that matter), I get all boastful inside (even though I know that's a sin ;). Like I am almost intoxicated by watching him; reveling in his awesomeness. I honestly just think he is so great. How hard he works, and how excited he gets, and all his quirky little things he does that he has picked up from watching "the big guys play." I become that parent. We all know the one--the one that thinks their kid is the next coming. The good news is I am smart enough and *classy* enough to keep these thoughts on the inside (until now. but this is my online journal and I promised to keep it real. I just hope you won't judge me too hard--remember that is also a sin ;).

I bottle it all up until I can spew it onto someone who won't think I'm crazy (and who doesn't have a kid on the team). Mostly Chip, maybe the grandparents, sometimes an unsuspecting family friend. Chip and my Dad obviously are a little biased, so they always agree with me, which only fuels my prideful fire.

Now, I don't want you all to get the wrong idea about me. I do not think my kid is the best kid on the team. And I am most definitely not the parent who talks crap about other kids. I'm no hater (especially of 6 & 7 year olds). I love it when the other kids do something great. I high five the mom whose kid just scored his first goal (yup, I high fived her and I'd do it again. But I draw the line at forming the human-parent-arch for the kids to run through (thankfully I don't think they do that in hockey). I love to see all their little beaming faces when they are learning and having a good time. When they accomplish something they have been working hard to achieve.

But what I really love the most?

This Guy.

Who may or may not have slept with the game puck that the coach awarded him with after the game.

Whose Mama & Daddy may or may not have stayed up late gushing about when they should have been sleeping.

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Do you think this is what Wayne Gretzky's mom thought about him when he was 6?

Blizzardy

2010-11-23T10:00:00.000-08:00

Last night's near blizzard got me thinking about the good ol days on Little House on the Prairie.

{and you might be thinking: this is the oddest sentence I've read on anyone's blog this month}

But as the wind and snow whipped by our house last night I thought several truly enlightening things.

1. I'm glad I don't live in a log cabin. I'm sure the insulation in those things were crap.

2. What was that teacher thinking in the episode where she sent the kids walking home in the blizzard and they all got lost. Not her best moment for sure. Good thing Mr. Edwards the mountain man was there to find them all before they froze to death.

3. That Nellie was a real spoiled witch of a girl.

Man I loved that show. Every morning, 7am at Grandma Sy's house. Curled up with some coffee milk (mostly warm milk and sugar with a dollop of coffee mixed in....mmm).

When I was small and we would go to our rustic cabin I used to pretend that I was Laura (because we all know everyone wanted to be Laura and not Mary). It all seemed so exciting and glamorous then. I think that's because Ma made it look easy; but what a pain in the backside not to have running water, electricity and indoor plumbing.

Man I take some things for granted.

And Now You Know

2010-11-15T14:51:00.000-08:00

Do you have something that you haven't shared with many people? I do.
Here it is from the beginning.

When I found out last September that I was expecting again we were shocked, nervous & obviously excited. But there was something else. I was terrified. Terrified that something would happen to the baby, to me, to Chip, to the boys. You get the idea. Driving over the bridge I would always think "how will I get all of us out in time if we go over into the river?" It was pretty intense. And no one else seemed to share my feelings (I guess they didn't have crazy hormones coursing through their bodies/brains either). I started to feel a little crazy and so I just stopped telling anyone. Maybe it was because we already had 2 healthy babes. Who was I to ask for more?

And then we went for our 20 week ultrasound. I was convinced they would tell me I was having another boy. And I did not want to be disappointed over that. So I just kept telling myself, "as long as the baby is healthy it does not matter." And when the ultrasound tech told us just 5 minutes into it that we would indeed be having a girl, I almost died. So freaking ecstatic! And then I think I just sat there with this perma grin on my face for the next 45 minutes. Itching to get out of there and go buy something ridiculously frilly. For that 45 minutes I was in heaven, at peace, not thinking of any of the things that could be wrong or that I had obsessed over for the earlier 20 weeks.

While we waited for the Dr. to come in and chat with us, we laughed and talked and dreamed.

But when he came in he was all business. He wanted to show us a spot on the scans near her heart that could be an indicator for Downs. He didn't want me to worry, but could you please go downstairs and give blood so we can test for yada, yada, yada. The test should be back in a few days, in the meantime, don't give it another thought, this is just a precaution. Chip seemed to accept this. I on the other hand did not.

They drew my blood. We got in the car. And I lost it. Lost it. Chip tried to console me, but there is just no way he could understand what I was feeling. I had known there was something wrong. Everybody just poo-pooed it away. But I had known!

People started calling/texting. All wanting to know the sex of the baby. I made Chip talk to all of them. I should have been texting every single last person I knew, screaming it from the roof tops "I got my girl!" But I was trapped in a fog of confusion, worry & self-centeredness. We decided not to tell anyone until the test came back (except for a few family members and very dear friends). No need to worry everyone.

I did not go out that very day and buy her the sweet dress I had dreamed of. I played the "life is changed forever game" for the next 5 days. No prom, no wedding, no regular girl stuff. That was just the surface of my worries. Self-pity, what about our plans for when the kids were raised and gone? Self-doubt, how could I handle this, a child with severe disabilities, sometimes I could barely handle the two completely healthy quote un-quote "normal" children I had already. What about life expectancy, my deepest fear come to be; one of my sweet babies leaving this earth before me. Gut wrenching.

It was like I was living a lie. I felt like I might burst and spew all of these things on the next person who called to say "Congrats, I heard it was a girl."

And when 'the day' arrived. And I heard the phone ring. And finally it was the doctor's office on my caller-ID, I curled up in a little ball on the floor to listen to the news that I was convinced would change my life forever.

"Mrs. Elfering, your test came back negative, there is nothing to be concerned about."

And I sobbed. But I couldn't let it go. The feelings I had all along. They stayed with me for the duration of my pregnancy. Nagged at me for 20 long weeks. Robbing me of the absolute crazy amazing joy I should have been feeling. An always present whisper that said "something is still wrong." It took me weeks until I made my first baby purchase.

We were scheduled to be induced on April 27th. But after 15 long hours of labor, I just would not progress past a 7. Some where around hour 8 my mind started going crazy. Something was wrong. Ultrasound showed baby was transverse, we would need a C-section. And you know most of the rest if you read this post and this post. What you didn't know was that when she came out and she wasn't breathing, the one coherent thought I made and can actually remember was "I was so worried about her not being perfect and now she is dead."

But she wasn't. And when I woke up out of my induced haze, I think I still expected to find a little girl with almond shaped eyes and a flat nose starting back at me. But I didn't. She is as close to perfect as they come. You know what though, even if I had woken up to a little girl with Down's, I hoped I would have thought that she was perfect too.

So when I stumbled upon this blog last month, it squeezed something in my heart and shook something in my soul. Read Nella's birth story here. I can't get enough of her blog, her pictures, her outlook on life. I wait patiently for more sweet pictures of the smiley girl with the squinty eyes. I can't help but think that could have been us. I hope I could have still been a good mom even in a difficult situation.

How silly of me to wait for so long to buy my baby her first pretty dress. What exactly did I think she would wear? Can only perfect babies wear pretty dresses? How naive I was. How ashamed I am for the things I thought. But you see? No one is perfect. Not me, not even my Miss Kearyn. We all have room for improvement. This will grow me and teach me. It will make me a better mother, a more compassionate human being. It already has.

And here's the thing. I thought I knew. And again I am humbled. Because I realize again, what I should have known all along. Only He knows.

Is this Genius--or have I just been living under a rock?

2010-11-12T07:43:00.000-08:00

Check out this fold down desk available at Amazon!

I'm already thinking of a gazillion uses for it.

Kid desk (in either room or playroom--you could even do two side by side)

Sewing table

in a Laundry room for folding clothes (if I had a big enough laundry room for that)

Crafts

Wrapping Christmas presents

in a corner of your kitchen at kid height (almost like a kid bar--but with mocktails ;)

The possibilities are endless...

It's a Wrap

2010-11-08T07:52:00.000-08:00

Well we lost our Regional playoff game on Saturday. So soccer season has come to an end. Always bittersweet for me. Hard to lose, hard to think of all the "what ifs," hard to have the craziness of 20+ high school gals cut from my everyday happenings (some easier than others mind you).

But I am so looking forward to getting back into my regular (albeit wild) family first groove. Where Drayson doesn't have to get woken up from nap time early so that we can make a fast dash down to swoop in and pluck Caleb up from school (when all he really wants to do is ride the bus home with his friends), drop them with quick kisses at whomever is watching them that day (insert shout-out here to my mama, sis & Aunt Naomi). No more rushed dinners, or missing out on watching Caleb play hockey, or staying up past my bedtime so Chip and I can actually share 2 minutes of the day with each other.

Looking at the pros vs. cons you may wonder why I even choose to do it. And I'll admit sometimes I wonder the same things. Some days just plain feel 'not worth it.' But I once heard you aren't supposed to quit on a bad day. One of the main reasons is that although we won a State Championship when I played high school soccer, the day to day memories of my high school days were not the greatest. Let's just say Coach applied the negativity with a heavy hand. I would always say to myself that if I got the chance I would do things differently. Don't get me wrong, I believe kids need to learn hard work, responsibility and of course be held to their highest potential. I also believe that kids learn better when they respect their elders and do not just fear them. That there needs to be fun mixed in with the work. Think if you just slaved away at your awful job for your entire life and never got a vacation (even a small one). Sounds pretty brutal to me. Besides that, I enjoy spending time with the girls and hoping that I am having some sort of positive impact on their lives. And I am learning--Lord, am I learning. And learning and growing and being stretched is good for me (even when it feels bad). The little bit of money doesn't hurt either (because well all know teachers don't rake it in). The money Chip and I both earn from coaching during the year is our 'extra money.' Which means that we don't need it to cover our daily bills, but it goes to things like vacations and Christmas and big ticket items, etc.

But I am more happy than sad right now. Excited for the extra time we have for the next couple months before spring season hits and boy's soccer season gets here and I become a "soccer widow." And this weekend also happened to be Chip's final 'long' weekend before he completes his Master's program. He only has a single Friday & Saturday left. And then a couple weekends in the spring to complete his Admin certificate. We are so excited and I am so proud of the hard work he has put in. Those long weekends (all night Friday and all day Saturday & Sunday) were terrible on all of us.

Looking forward to getting started on my Christmas planning/shopping/crafting (possibly finish some of my half completed projects). Getting my hair cut and colored (way way overdue...like the perma-pony is the only look I've been sporting for weeks now).

And what you ask, did Drayson do to commemorate the occasion? Well he had explosive diarrhea all day yesterday (remember that he has only been potty-trained for 2 weeks so that was fun). Kearyn pooped basically every diaper. I ran to the store to stock up on 'sick' reserves, extra Desitin, and prayed my heart out that no one else would fall victim. I tried to push away the nightmares of all 5 us being up all night long with "the nasty," as I ferociously cleaned and did laundry and put the house back in order last night. And it looks like my prayers were answered, because at no point in the night was I awoken by either of the small ones smeared in poop. Sometimes I think it's better to expect the worse, because then it's easier to enjoy the small victories (kind of like when I get in line at Costco and do mental math and always round-up in my head, so that when the checker gives me the real total I feel like I saved money instead of spent a small fortune).

I think it sounds like a perfect day to stay snuggled up in our comfys. And if I get really inspired I may just whip out the hot glue gun and the fabric scrap bag and see what I come up with.

Happy Halloween

2010-10-31T22:55:00.000-07:00

What do a Ninja, a Monkey, and a Duck have in common?

Not a darn thing...

...but they sure we're cute!

I have a feeling most of my week will be spent keeping the kids out of 'their' candy. They seem to think it belongs to them, since people gave it to them. And they don't appreciate me limiting their intake. Same thing happens at Easter (since you know, they found it).

It May be Little, but it's Ours!

2010-10-27T16:59:00.000-07:00

We live in a little house. It is cute, but little. 7 years ago when we moved into this house without any children it seemed the opposite of little. How quickly we have filled it up. Not just with kids and stuff, but also with love and memories.

The best part about our little house is the little mortgage payment (like all my Seattle friends are so jealous). And we want to stay here a little longer, because we have some not-so-little student loans we'd like to payoff.

But we are bursting at the seams. Our '3 children & 2 dog carpet 'is dingy. Our 'used to be in-style' faux paint wall treatment is, well, so 7 years ago. Hubby wants a plasma TV with HD so he can hang out with the cool kids on the playground (and he works hard for the money so he's definitely earned that right). Besides all of the cosmetic wants, we need some hardcore organization--and we needed it yesterday.

So we came up with a game plan to do some little-ish updates. Updates that will hopefully get us more organized, but also so we can feel at home and relaxed in this space of ours for the next little while. I figure a small investment is worth it to keep us here and happy a while longer. We really want the next move to be "the" move, to "the" house. We are trying to make design choices that fit our tastes, but will also benefit our resale value when we do decide to move.

So here what's on the to-do list:

new laminate/hardwood flooring through the living areas (dark, but not too dark)

new neutral colored paint throughout the same area (barley by Behr, just like this gal has throughout her house and I love it)

new flat panel TV (and now I'll be able to see it from the kitchen while I'm slaving away)

reconfigure living room furniture layout to maximize space (made possible by the newer/thin TV...so happy about this)

New chairs/seating in living room

do away with desktop computer & desk (don't use it anymore because it is horribly slow and we like the laptop more)

new storage from IKEA takes the place of computer & desk (lots of place for all our stuff to be corralled)

new "home station" for calendar, message center, cork board, etc.

a "gallery" in the hallway for all the boys' artwork

tile back splash in the kitchen and new hardware for the cupboards??

some major decluttering/purging in all rooms/closets/drawers (nothing will be safe)

some landscaping projects out back that we have been putting off (this is for next spring/summer)

My problem is I want it all and I want it now! All this will have to wait until the end of soccer season. But really needs to be finished before Chip's boys' soccer season starts up in March. Do you think we'll make it? For now I'll continue to peruse design blogs and storage magazines. And take all my "before" pictures.

For Chip

2010-10-26T13:14:00.000-07:00

Yes, these pictures are a facebook repeat. But my hubby can't get on Facebook at school. But he still likes to show off our cuties to his students. Honey, these are for you.

And I know I promised to get more consistent and write
something with some oomph. But soccer has been crazy and all my extra
spare minutes are spent with all my sweeties.

Speaking of the littlest sweetie. Did you know she is 6
months old this week? And she's doing all sorts of fun things.
And I
just bought her 3 pairs of wacky patterned knit tights that are
to-die-for. I love her.

And the middle sweetie has been rocking this potty training
business. Next up: the big boy bed.

Biggest sweetie is having a blast playing hockey (he scored his
first goal last weekend), and filling his head with all kinds of goodness at
school (he loves, loves, loves, loves school).

My first sweetie has been working his arse off. Just sent
in his graduation papers for his Masters. whoo-hoo.

And every once in a while a profound thought jumps in to my
brain. And I've been trying to write them down so that I can share
them
here with you.

Stick it out with me will you? Maybe I'll make it worth
your while.

Let's just keep the feel good rollin'...

2010-10-17T21:55:00.000-07:00

These last couple of days have been great.

Full of fun and memories, and "firsts"

First Kindergarten field trip (pumpkin patch)

First hockey goal

Drayson's first time going on the big boy potty (been struttin his hot stuff all over the place all weekend. truth be told I don't know who was more excited him or Caleb)

The little miss has started rolling all over the place (especially her crib. freaking me out)

Lots of love (not all love mind you, but more hugs than headlocks were exchanged this weekend)
Lots of sweet baby smiles, giggles, and squeals

Snuggles and naps and prayers. And plenty of time with Daddy.

Soccer victories and hockey victories.

Good times spent with Papa.

Love from good friends (you know that saying "it takes a village to raise a child"...feeling so incredibly blessed and lucky, my cup overfloweth).

*Sigh*

Does it really have to end?

I Heart Shrimp Tacos

2010-10-13T21:06:00.001-07:00

Hold on to your seat folks. This is gonna be a real deep post here tonight!

So last December the Chipper and I got away for a few days by ourselves to Scottsdale.
Remember that?
....
....
....
Sorry, got distracted there. Dreaming about getting away again.

Well, I had some killer shrimp tacos at Gordon Biersch. Man were they good.

One time when I was hugely pregnant, we drove all over town trying to find shrimp/fish tacos. To no avail.

So when we were in Maui, I made sure to get me some. And had some very tasty tacos at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. (I guess they should have been good considering the whole "shrimp co." business in the name and all).

So tonight I decided to throw some together. All it took was some frozen popcorn shrimp, lettuce, sliced radishes, crisped flour tortillas, a mexican shredded cheese blend. Oh and the sauce, can't forget the sauce. It made those tacos.
A combo of sour cream/lime juice/fresh cilantro/a little taco seasoning.

So Easy. And So good. And a thumbs up from everyone in the house.

I should have taken a picture, but honestly I was really hungry.

A Fresh Perspective

2010-10-06T11:18:00.000-07:00

Being a young family is crazy. Sometimes it seems like all work and no play. This past year has been wild.

Daddy is working on his Masters, teaching full time, coaching soccer.

Mommy is mothering full time, working part time, coaching soccer.

Then you know all those tedious chores that keep the house from falling in on itself.

I think it all kinda came to a head for us when Chip broke his rib two weeks ago. Which means basically that he can do no physical work.

Carrying the baby seat? nope.

Mowing the lawn? No worries. Mama's got that too.

Seems like the two of us hardly get a chance to be alone. I keep staring at the calendar wondering when it will slow down.

My conclusion. It's not going to. Not anytime soon anyways. We chose this life. And even the things we didn't choose, well we've got 'em now.

The good news.

Life is hard, but God is good!

The message Sunday spoke straight to my heart. Psalm 40.

I waited patiently for the Lord to help me, and he turned to me and heard my cry...

...He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God.

Attitude is a choice we make everyday. I need to change mine. I need a "Get to" attitude instead of a "Have to" attitude.

And I'm no dummy. I know I can't do it on my own. But by God's grace I will.

But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength...

...They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.

~Isaiah 40:31

My name is Sara (though mostly I go by Mommy). And I am privledged to be:

Loved by Jesus.

Married to a tolerant man who loves me flaws and all (and theres a lot)

Muddling through this parenting business with one of the best dads a kid could ask for

Mother to a courageous 6 year old boy, who is an amazing little athlete already

Mother to a two year old who is a clone of his daddy. And the funniest guy I know.

Mother to a beautiful and healthy 5 month old girlie, who I get to play dress up with for the next 18 years.

Toms...

2010-09-29T13:41:00.000-07:00

apparently these are back "in"

I'm thinking I need a pair.

Wouldn't they look just sweet with a pair of dark jeans?

Like I maybe even "tried" to get myself together before going out?

and while I'm at it. what do you think about a pair of these for a special little miss?

pick out your favorite here.

The Tale of One Boy's Naptime

2010-09-21T13:07:00.000-07:00

Drayson is an amazing sleeper.

Always has been (and here's me knocking on wood that he always will be).

He sleeps in a cage (well not really--but he is still in his crib...easier to keep the animals contained that way you know).

So everyday after we put Caleb on the bus we start to prepare for the nap. I say as we are walking back to the house: "When we get home it's gonna be naptime"

He says: "Ohhh. Tuddle? (cuddle)"

Me: "For a little while"

Then I "tuddle" him which consists of him snuggling up on my lap and me humming to him.

Me: "Ready?"

Him: "Uh huh"

I carry him to his room. He shuts off his light.

Then he says: "Mr. Loud on" (which really sounds more like "missher" Loud)

Mr. Loud is the sound spa/white noise machine. Do you have one of these? I love ours. We never had one with Caleb, but as soon as we had Drays we decided to get one because well, Caleb was a noisy 4 year old and we lived in a small house. We got a second one for Kearyn's nursery when she was born because well, Caleb + Drayson was really noisy and we still live in the same small house.

For the record, Drayson came up with this name all on his own. And it was actually Chip (who is especially gifted in decoding baby/toddler speak) that figured out what he was saying.

So after he turns Missher Loud on. He lays his 'lovie' on his pillow and then lays his head on top of Lovie. I put his blanket on him and he folds his hands so we can pray. It sounds a little like this.

Me: Dear Jesus/Him: Dear Jeshush

Me: Thank You for our day/Him: Day

Me: Thank You for our family/Him: Fam-ly

Me: Thank You for our food/Him: Food

Me: Let Drayson take a good nap/Him: Good Nap

Me: We love you Jesus/Him: Love you Jeshush

And everyone said: AMEN!

He removes Lovie from behind his head so that he can 'tuddle' him. Drays says "Nighty-night" in his cutest sing-songiest way. And then I repeat. He says "LOVE YOU!' all loud like. And I repeat of course.

I walk out & shut the door. And for the next two 1/2 hours I only have one baby to tend to. And if Kearyn's being an especially good girl, she takes her nap at the same time. And then I get to be....

ahhh, blissfully by myself.

Fillin' Up the Bucket

2010-09-16T22:26:00.000-07:00

The other day I was driving with all 3 of my kiddos and my sister's little guy Parker in the car. It was Caleb's birthday and we had just had a great time playing at the park and eating spudnuts.

I said that I might mow the front lawn while the boys played and Kearyn napped.

And then this (over Kearyn's baby babble and Drayson & Parker's unintelligible 2 year old conversation):

Caleb said "I think Daddy would be happy if you mowed the lawn because then he wouldn't have to do it and he could rest. You would be filling up his bucket."

Say again?

"That's what my teacher calls it. When you do something nice for someone it fills up their bucket."

I smiled the goofiest grin while happy tears dripped down my cheeks.

How did I get so lucky to have this sweet little guy in my life?

And the greatest part. He is learning. And from a great teacher at that. I can't wait to see what the rest of the school year brings.

And in the meantime? I'll try to remember and fill up a few more buckets. Cause it really does feel good.

To My Big 6 Year Old

2010-09-14T22:13:00.000-07:00

Dear Caleb,

I cannot believe that you are going to make me into the mama of a six year old tomorrow. At this very moment you are sleeping next to me on the couch where you fell dead asleep before we even had time to tuck you in and say your prayers. And I should probably have Daddy put you into your bed now, but the truth is I love having you right here next to me.

It is so refreshing to see how at ease you are in your own skin. You are just so good with who you are. And that makes me so happy. You are luuuvvving Kindergarten and making so many friends. All your classmates seem to be drawn to you and you are so good to all of them. You are so excited to learn new things and I love watching you accomplish things you didn't know you could do. Oh, how your face lights up and I can just see how proud you are.

You love being a big brother. Mostly, I think, because it means you will always have someone to boss around. You and Drayson love to torture and wrestle each other, but I see the way you watch out for him and want to teach him new things. And you are so helpful with Kearyn, always talking to her and telling her how pretty she is and making her giggle. They are so very lucky to have a big brother like you who will always stand up for them and be on their side.

Thank you for putting up with me, teaching me, and loving me. I couldn't be more proud to be your mom.

Is anyone out there?

2010-09-10T14:16:00.001-07:00

...still reading this blog??

If you are, I apologize.
First for the lack of regular posting. Second for the lameness of the irregular postings.
Remember when I used to be fun & witty?
Or deep & thoughful?
Or was it just me thinking I was these things?

This is me vowing to get back into the swing of things.
No more summer vacation blog break for me.
My problem is that when I actually have time to write, I have sadly forgotten all the *great* things I was going to say.
I blame the children. I think they have stolen my brain (kinda like aliens from another planet might do. If I believed in that sort of thing). Though I did see this special on TV the other day that made some pretty convincing arguments....

Anywho, where were we? (see about the brain stealing?)
Maybe it's that I'm sharing my funny with facebook now.
Kinda of like when you only had one kid and they got all your attention, love, patience, etc?
Then you had two, then three.
And often times I think to myself: "I can't believe that I thought one kid was hard"
But parenting is all relative.
And motherhood is a merry-go-round of emotional instability.

My kids are so sweet. Stop hitting your brother.
She is such a good baby. You kids are driving me up a wall.
I love being a mom. Let's plan a childless vacation.

And the scary thing is how all these thoughts can run through your mind in such a short time frame. Looking back on some of those posts right after Kearyn's birth has put things in perspective for me. I truly did not think that I would ever not be in pain, be able to parent three kids, leave the house again without assistance, not cry when Chip left for school in the morning.

But here I am. 4 months post partum and I'm doing it.
And some days I do it well, and some days I don't.
But we all seem to be moving forward and thriving for the most part.

A Big Week

2010-09-02T12:41:00.000-07:00

We sent this strapping young man off to Kindergarten on Monday. He is luuuving it! I think he would go all day if they let him (maybe I should enquire about that, maybe then he wouldn't torture Drayson all morning for lack of better things to do). He is excited to start hockey in a couple weeks. Loves his baby sister to pieces.

The sweetest gal in the whole world is now 4 months old

{13lbs 2oz (50%), 24 1/2" (50%)}

She is giggling and smiling (especially at Daddy and the boys). Rolling from tummy to back. And basically just looking as adorable as possible in all things girly that I put her in.

And Drayson, you ask. Well, he's just being his usual cute Buggy self. And he's real mad that he can't ride the school bus with Caleb (not that you could tell from this picture). His favorite thing to do is talk on the phone, so you may want to think twice about calling over here :) And he is up and moving on Caleb's old pair of roller hockey skates-watch out world.

Aloha: I need an adult only vacation

2010-08-15T23:10:00.000-07:00

Well, we made it.

With (most) of our sanity still intact.

Along with a bazillion awesome memories!

(at the luau)

(drays & I on the snorkeling trip)

(me, Auntie Kass & Kear)

(drays at the pool)

(daddy & caleb at the beach)

(caleb on the big slide at the resort pool)

(miss K looking scrumptious enough to eat in her swimsuit)

(the guys taking a swim)

*It was literally a roller coaster of emotions for me on this trip. From extactic to frustrated. Chip and I "parented those kids up" with not a spec of energry to spare (another post for another time...like when my brain returns and I'm finished upacking and doing a dozen loads of laundry).

Hermiston Family Aquatic Center

2010-07-22T15:19:00.000-07:00

We have been wanting to get down to the Hermiston Aquatic center all summer. Well we finally made it. And it was such a blast, I'm so sad we didn't make the quick drive sooner. We loaded up the kids and picked up Auntie Kass as an extra pair of hands and headed out. Drayson had so much fun. He luuved everything about it: the pails that dumped water on his head, the lazy river, he wanted to jump off the side of the pool, he tried to drown himself a couple times swimming. And he really loved the big slide. He kept saying "one more, one more!" He would squeal and laugh and carry-on all the way down. This makes me even more excited for Hawaii, because there is supposed to be an awesome pool area and 2 water slides at the resort!! Kearyn was such a good girl and just hung out in the shade, nursed a couple times and napped all day long (what a life)! It was such an awesome afternoon and I am really looking forward to doing this for a whole week pretty soon. Hawaii in just 2 weeks (though I could do without the 5 1/2 hour plane ride)...is it wrong to drug your children with Benadryl--just saying :)

Still Here...

2010-07-06T14:16:00.000-07:00

Did you think maybe we took off for a 4 week cruise or European adventure?

Not so much.

But we have been taking plenty of time to enjoy this summer together. Whether it has been lazy days packed full of World Cup soccer action or jumping on a warm day to run around at the sprinkler park.

We are just smitten with Princess Kearyn.

9 weeks old and growing. She is 11 lbs and 23 inches. She has been sleeping through the night for about 2 weeks now and we are loving it! She has started smiling and cooing and there might not be anything cuter in the entire world!

Drays had his 2 year check up. He is only a stingy 26 lbs & 33 in tall (25% for both). What he is apparently lacking in pounds he makes up for with charm. And don't let his size fool you--he is one tough cookie. Taking a daily beating from his brother is obviously paying off. When the nurse gave him his shots he just gave her his famous "stank-eye" and simply said OUCH. Not even a wimper.

Caleb could possibly be suffering from multiple personality disorder (I jest...kind of).

He is so helpful with Kearyn and can be such a polite and loving boy. And on the flip side he loves to torture his brother and test us at every turn. He is more than ready for Kindergarten and hockey to start up (and so am I). He seems to do best when he has a full schedule to occupy his days.

Chip has been home and it has been wonderful to have an extra set of hands to help with the kiddos. But I have to admit that it is hard to motivate to get all my daily chores done when everyone else in the house just wants to laze about and play. The other day I had a list with chores on it and underneath was written HAVE FUN (as in after the chores were done). When I saw it later on, Chip had circled those words and written next to it "Chip's job!" Though he really does deserve some downtime after his hectic spring schedule and all the Master's course work he is still doing. He is leaving this Friday for 8 days to go on a church mission trip to Mexico. This is something that he has been wanting to do for sometime now and he is very excited.

I have to admit I am a little nervous to do the single mom thing for 8 straight days and nights. I may need a vacation when Chip gets back!

But on the flip side I know that this is such a small sacrifice in the scheme of things. Chip will be running a soccer day camp with the local children while the team will also help construct a parsonage. He was thinking it would just be 30 kids max, but the long term missionaries in charge just contacted him to say that the word has spread about a soccer camp and they have had nearly 200+ kids come by the mission in the past week! I pray that these children and their families will be touched by God's love through Chip and the other missionaries. And that they will have safe travel. I am so proud of Chip and his always gracious and selfless heart.

Drayson Turns Two

2010-06-23T15:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday Drayson turned 2.

Where did the time go?

We love him so much. This little guy makes us laugh so hard. I say several times daily: "Drayson you're so funny" or "Drayson you're too cute."

He is so sweet and loves to hug everyone and "give loves"

And on the flip side, he can be so naughty. He doesn't even flinch when Chip gives him "the look"

He is super particular just like his old brother and has to have things his way. He gets so annoyed when we don't understand what he is trying to tell us.

He could live on PB & marshmallow sandwiches, tee-toes (cheetos), grapes, and pink milk.

He is so excited to finally be 2 because that is his favorite number. If there is more than one of anything and you ask him how many there are his answer is always 2.

He is starting to string some words together. But his favorite word at the moment (not shockingly) is "mine"

He recognizes certain colors, mostly blue & purple

And he is obsessed with buses. Whenever we drive anywhere, he makes sure to look for them and then shouts out "bus! bus!"

He also really loves planes. He listens for them all the time. Chip told him he is going to go on a plane to Hawaii. And now everytime he hears a plane he says "me plane" and then starts to list everyone else that is going on vacation with us (and its not a short list)

He loves to follow and torment his Bru-ber (brother) and kiss all over his baby sissy.

Ah, Drayser Bug, we're so glad God decided you should be ours!

Already?

2010-06-15T09:38:00.000-07:00

From this...

...to this

in just 8 short years.

The other day in the wee hours of the morning I was sitting up in bed nursing Kearyn. I looked over at Chip and in a good (but slightly shocked way) thought to myself:

"how'd we end up here?

with 3 kids entrusted to our care, a house & car payment, jobs & responsibility

we're like real grown ups and stuff

Kinda overwhelming.

But I wouldn't want to enjoy the highs or muddle through the lows with anyone else.

Happy Anniversary, my love!

That's more like it...

2010-06-08T07:45:00.000-07:00

This past week I've really started to feel like myself again.

I still don't feel like I'm 100%, but definitely headed in the right direction.

I am not feeling as overwhelmed. Kearyn is sleeping pretty good at night. Chip is home right after school now. I have been planning and making dinners. The laundry is pretty much under control.

This past weekend Chip had a Master's class and I didn't even have an anxiety attack. I even got all 3 kiddos and myself ready and to church on Sunday by myself!!! Huge accomplishment (even though I was beat and slightly frazzled by the time we walked through the doors). But God is good, and the message was just what I needed to hear.

See the thing is this: I have been super impatient with the boys, especially Caleb. Now I'm not saying that they aren't doing things to warrant this response (oh believe me). But lately I've been feeling that I'm not acting like the mother I really want to be (and feel like I am in my heart). My prayer is that God will grant me tender mercies this week, that I will be able to look past the imperfections and annoyances and see the sweet hearts of my babes. That I would be able to show them the same grace that God shows me daily. That I will start getting back to enjoying motherhood and not just surviving it (which is what the past 6 weeks has felt like).

Chip is done with the school year next week and we are looking forward to the summer vacation. Of course Chip still has Master's classes and I have summer soccer, but with Chip off during the days, we have lots of time to do stuff like go to the park and the river, get donuts for breakfast, Slurpee runs, play in the yard, etc. We also wanted to get a fire pit for the backyard so we can roast marshmallows with the boys at night. We have only one big out of town trip planned this summer. But it's a doozy. We will be going to Maui for a whole week with my parents and family friends in August!! We can't wait. It will be so fun to watch the boys play at the beach and the resort we are going to has the coolest pool area for kids. It will be great timing to finish off the summer before life kicks into high gear again (Chip back to school, Caleb to Kindergarten, official fall league soccer will start, Caleb's hockey...) Eeekk, I don't want to think about that yet.

So here's to going forward. To hopefully becoming an even better mother than I was before all this, while allowing myself some room for the imperfections (so don't judge me too harshly if you see me grocery shopping with all three kiddos, I can tell you with certainty it will not be my best moment).

5 Week Stats

2010-06-02T09:39:00.000-07:00

9 lbs, 9 oz (50th%)

22 in (75th %)

2lbs in 3 weeks.

obviously a good eater.

still a good sleeper (most of the time).

getting prettier by the day.

Freedom

2010-05-28T14:36:00.000-07:00

Today I drove my car for the very first time since Kearyn was born.

Crazy right?. When was the last time I went 4 weeks without driving? Before I had my license? Maybe when I got that really good parking spot in the U-district when I was going to school in Seattle? They tell you to wait 2 weeks to drive after a C-section. My friend told me her Doc told her she should wait until she was completely sure she could slam on her brakes hard!

One of the other issues involved in the whole leaving the house business is that I can't go alone. I've needed constant help, because I wasn't cleared to pick up anything heavier than basically Kearyn (~10lbs). So no baby in the carrier, no stroller, you get the idea. Which means I had to have a Game Plan as to how this morning would work out. Kassie came over to pick up the boys. I got her to put Kearyn and her carrier and also the stroller into the car for me.

Then we hit the road. I remember thinking two things. 1. Yay. I still remember how to drive. and 2. Wow. I really love my car. (real deep I know).

This is where it got tricky. How was I going to get Kearyn, not to mention the stroller out of the car? How would I get them back in? So get this. My mom met me in the parking lot of the doctor's office. Got out the stroller, popped Kearyn's carrier in for me. And then off Kearyn and I went. "Call me after your appointment so I can come back and help you get into the car" were my mom's parting words. (aren't moms great?) But really? How pathetic is that? "help you into the car?" I was officially lame.

We went into the office, where the Dr. told me I was healing well, etc, etc. and everyone told me how adorable my baby was (well Duh!). He tells me I can start working back towards normal daily activities.

Then he cleared me to pick up Kearyn + infant carrier!!

Let me tell you. I strutted out of that office with my head held high. I wheeled my precious cargo out to the car and loaded her and the stroller up all by myself. Like a Big. Girl. (like I might just have 3 children, 1 husband, 2 dogs & 1 home relying on me). Then we drove by the shop to surprise my mom. She then snuggled Kearyn while I hopped next door to the book store to pick up a book. I left with not just the novel I've been wanting to read (The Forgotten Garden, Kate Morton), but also The 5 Love Languages, by Gary Chapman (because I've been wanting to do something more meaningful than watch DVR'd episodes of Castle with my hubby at night and what better time than now to get reconnected emotionally). The other book: Parenting Isn't For Cowards, by Dr. James Dobson (because Caleb is driving me up a wall right now, and I will read or do anything that might help our "hassled" situation here at the house).

Then I picked myself up a chocolate glazed Spudnut. Swung by and picked up Kearyn and then headed over to Gma Janes to pick up my boys. Came home, unloaded them all by myself. But the 2 little lovies down for naps and sent Caleb out to play.

It's amazing what a little fresh air & freedom can do.

ps> this could be the most random post I've ever written. I'm not entirely sure what prompted me to do it. But I'm not deleting it now. So if you're still reading, please don't leave me & my blog forever, I promise I will come up with something more exciting for next time.

pps> I blame the hormones.

Is it that time already?: End of the year Teacher Gifts

2010-05-26T12:02:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is Caleb's preschool graduation. He has had two great years with his two wonderful teachers. And I wanted to come up with some especially cute teacher's gifts. I got this idea from the Disney Fun & Family magazine that has mysteriously started appearing in our mail. I tweaked their idea a bit (ps. I think ours is cuter)!

The "thanks" flowers are actually little 'envelopes' and will have Starbuck's gift cards tucked into them.
Then I decided to use the same template to make a flat flower that we pasted a picture of Caleb onto from the class' trip to the pumpkin patch last fall.
My sis who is a primary teacher by trade gives her stamp of approval!
(in case that matters to you at all :)

Maybe you'd like to steal this idea?

For detailed instructions, go here!

Life with Three

2010-05-19T15:52:00.000-07:00

"How is it being the mother of 3?"

If I had a dollar for every time I have been asked this in the last 3 weeks, I would be one happy mama (and if I could actually drive myself somewhere to spend those dollars I would be even happier).

In a word. It has been crazy! Mostly I have been operating in a fog.

Recovering from major surgery (check), anemia (check), lack of sleep (check), nursing baby every 2-3 hours (check), trying to roll out of bed long enough to get some sort of food for the other children (check), changing Drayson diapers against his will (check), listening to a strong-willed Caleb try and run the show all day long (check), trying to break up Caleb & Drayson scuffles (check), finding the phone in order to call someone to come and get the boys so I don't strangle them (check).

praying for patience, strength & grace (double check).

Please take note that I did not list taking regular showers or dressing myself in anything other than sweats/pj pants. My straightener and make up are lost somewhere in the back of the vanity it has been so long since I used them. Some days I forget to brush my teeth (yup I just admitted that). Dirty dishes sit in my sink until Chip or my mother takes pity on them. Same goes for the clothes in the hamper. And don't even look at my floors (very convenient timing that this is when the dogs are shedding their winter coat and all).

I am not usually a "woe is me, pity party kinda gal." I've always believed that you just "suck it up and play the hand you're dealt." But if I have ever been bordering on my breaking point it is now. There have been times in these last weeks that have nearly brought me to my knees, times that I just want to yell "mercy." When I shared these thoughts with Chip and asked him in a state of panic: "what if it gets to the point that I just can't do it?"

And he looked over at me and calmly said: "you do it, because there was never any choice not to do it. I didn't marry a quitter, I married you."

And he was right. Even though it seems easier sometimes to not be that person. And when I woke up this morning, I prayed again for patience and for calm. And decided to get to it. I got right out of bed after nursing the babe. I got the boys breakfast and started a load of wash with Drayson's help. I put Kearyn down for a nap (and she obliged me). Got the boys dressed. Did the dishes. Threw in another load of wash. Caught up on some soccer email. I've been more productive in 3 hours than I have been in 3 days. And it feels pretty good.

And I'm glad I did it, because in all honesty it might all go south this afternoon, the train may literally jump the track over here in the very near future. And I may need to borrow Caleb's bike helmet (because I might be driven to bang my head against the wall). But at least I'll have this morning to hold onto. When I pretended things were normal again.

Oh, yeah. I'm even planning on getting that shower today.

Wish me luck.

2 Weeks!

2010-05-12T17:51:00.001-07:00

And we couldn't love her more.

Besides being the prettiest girl ever (in my always humble opinion of course). She is such a good baby. During the day she is on a 2 1/2 hr to 3 hr loop of feeding/wake/sleeping. And at night she usually goes one 5 hr chunk at least (I fear I may be jinxing myself by writing this out loud). She hardly fusses at all and loves to look around and let her brothers love on her.

Kearyn's Birth Story: Part 2

2010-05-08T21:23:00.000-07:00

After that first cry, the next hour was lost for me. I guess they got me stitched up and back together. Turns out I lost a fair amount of blood. And besides having to recover from major abdominal surgery I would be fighting anemia and all its fun side affects (dizziness, headaches, tiredness). Yuck. While I was out, Kearyn was checked out, OKed and passed off to Chip who loved on her until I rejoined the real world. She "milked me" immediately (Chip's words) and hasn't seemed to stop since.

For the first 24 hours or so I was thinking I didn't have it so bad. That's what happens when you are immobile and still being heavily medicated. As soon as they had me get out of bed for the first time, I was this close to begging the nurse to reinsert my catheter and let me be for the next 2 weeks. The pain. It was hell. The anemia was dragging me down even more. I started to freak out. How would I be well enough to go home and take care of my children?.

We finally left the hospital Saturday morning. I was feeling slightly better by this point. But no less afraid of what the next several weeks held for me. I cannot tell you how blessed I am to have my family close. During the times Chip couldn't be at the house, either my mom or my sister stayed with me. Chip's sister Kassie took both boys during the days. People brought food. I basically fed Kearyn, fed myself, drank protein shakes, and napped. Doesn't sound so hard, but I was exhausted.

Now in the weeks leading up to me being the mother of 3 children, I had thought about/stressed a lot of things. Never did I consider not being able to pick up my sweet Drayson for 6 long weeks. That means, not putting him in/taking him out of his crib (you should see what I've jury rigged up in that department...it involves a step stool and a bar stool). I also did not consider not being able to drive myself (but now I realize I don't really want to leave the house by myself with these 3 crazies yet anyways). Also not considered: scooting around like a 95 year old lady with arthritis, not being able to cough/sneeze without severe pain, not being able to do the most lame of chores,...and the list goes on.

I am not the only one adjusting. Chip has taken on my household duties as well as his own. He has done at least twice as many Kearyn and Drayson diapers in the past week. He "shuttles" the baby back and forth to me in the middle of the night for feedings. Both boys are in love with their sister. The biggest surprise is how much Drays loves his sister. Like nearing obsession. He wants to hold her and kiss her all.the.time. He hasn't shown any sort of jealousy...yet. Here's hoping this warm and fuzzy feeling stays forever (not holding my breath). He is sad that I can't hold him, the other morning he cried and I cried. It was so very sad. But for the most part we are good.

Long story short, this is definitely not how I imagined all of this going. And I would be lying if I didn't say I was a little bitter over it. But I will be forever thankful for modern medicine. For our beautiful and healthy daughter. For this life God has blessed me with (the easy and the hard). I feel ready to move into a new chapter in life. One where I am done bearing children and I just get to concentrate on rearing them. Our family feels complete. And I am happy.

Kearyn's Birth Story: Part 1

2010-05-07T22:57:00.000-07:00

I've finally decided to sit down and write Kearyn's birth story. This was so totally different than the boys' births. Maybe I was a little full of myself, thinking I was some kind of 'labor rockstar.' Maybe this was God's way of saying: "Sara, you can not do it all on your own." If this experience has taught me anything it is this:
I must lean...on God, on family, on friends. I must say yes to help and not feel badly about it.

On Tuesday, April 27th we went in to get this little lady jump started and on her way. Now, in my heart I knew she would not be born until the 28th. We hung out for a couple hours waiting on our doctor who was taking care of an ambulance call that had come in. At 4:30pm I sent Chip on his way to coach his soccer game at 5pm and my mom came to sit with me (I know, I know, I am the coolest wife ever-not to mention a hard core soccer junkie). They broke my water at 6pm, but nothing much was happening. By the time Chip arrived back at the hospital they had started me on a petocin drip. As we approached midnight, I could see that we were in for the long haul and opted for the epidural. We labored through the night. 5cm, 6cm, 7cm....7cm. I was stuck. And at that moment in my heart I knew something was not quite right. At about 8am, my doctor showed up to check on me surprised that he had not been paged and roused from sleep in the middle of the night to deliver a baby. He checked me again, he looked confused, saying that the head felt strange. He'd like to check with the ultrasound machine. Turns out baby girl's "head" was actually her shoulder. She was transverse. Dr. H and my wonderful nurse Kathy exchanged looks and my heart fell. I knew what that look meant, it would be a C-section this time for me. And I felt defeated.

So after laboring for 14 long hours, the room was abuzz, prepping me for surgery. They would need to make a vertical incision in my uterus instead of horizontal to have room to remove baby girl. I was shaking with nerves. My head and eyes were fuzzy with sleeplessness and exhaustion. They wheeled me into the OR. I remember shaking so bad and they gave me something that made me even woozier. I remember dry heaving and them giving me something for that. Chip says I asked several questions...I don't remember. I do remember when they pulled her out and she wasn't crying. And they took her to the table and suctioned her and she still wasn't breathing. And all I could see was her little legs not moving and all I heard was silence because she wasn't wailing like she should be. And finally, praise God, the sweetest sound I've ever heard...her first cry.

Stay tuned for: Part 2

Has it really been a week?

2010-05-04T23:28:00.000-07:00

Last week at this very moment I was laboring away.

So that this sweet little gal could join our family.

And now we couldn't imagine life without her.

Meet Miss Kearyn Faye

2010-04-29T12:22:00.001-07:00

April 28th

9:50am

7 lbs 14.2 oz

20"

Via C-Section. Sweet as can be. The boys (and their Daddy) are in love. Mama's tired and sore.

We'll Be Seeing Ya...

2010-04-26T22:24:00.000-07:00

on the flip side

(of pregnancy that is)

Hopefully the next time I post it will include a picture of a lovely little bundle of joy for you to oohh and aahh over.

All About Drayson

2010-04-23T17:41:00.000-07:00

Drayson Bug--22 months

So I was thinking about all the little things that Drays is doing right now.

And with the little Miss about to arrive, I wanted to jot some down, so I wouldn't forget.

Though, he really isn't talking as much as Caleb did at this age, I realized he does have quite a few words. Probably close to 50. He is starting to string a few of his words together into phrases. I think the biggest problem is that Caleb knows exactly what Drays wants and goes and gets it for him before he even has to use his words to ask.

Some of his favorite and best words right now are:

Daddy, Mama, Dat (that), No, ice, thanks, love you, all done, tay (okay), bye, night night, Oh!, whoa, hello.

But don't let his lack of communication fool you. This kid understands everything! Like multiple directions at once.

"Drays, go get your shoes & socks"

"go throw your dirty clothes in your hamper"

Loves to:

sing & dance, say his prayers, talk on the phone, play fetch with the dogs, wrestle/fight, any game with his brother, be outside, get his hair cut (weird I know)

Favorite foods:

lucky charms, poptarts, white ricce, apples, any "snack"

Mommy's favorite:

happily puts himself to sleep for naps & bedtime. And sleeps well.

This little guy is 1/2 pure sweetness, 1/2 pure naughty!!

He can drive me "pull your hair out" crazy one minute and melt me the next.

Doctor Says:

2010-04-17T23:52:00.000-07:00

I went for my 38 week check up on Friday.
I'm only at 2cm, but baby girl's head is down and ready for launch.
Dr. M asks me how I'd feel about scheduling an induction for Tuesday because he is on duty and he thought there might me an opening.
(now let me tell you, I would have given my right arm to hear my Doc utter these words the last two times I was pregnant).
But I was like "Tuesday, THIS Tuesday?"
Then I went on to say "well, Chip has a game that night and his final master's class for the semester is the weekend of the 24th, I have a hair cut, my nephew is getting baptized, yada yada..."
The only thing I didn't say out loud was "I'm pretty freaking terrified to have 3 children."
Then he realized I would not be technically 39 weeks and they kinda frown on that, so it let me off the hook.
We decided to keep my appointment for the following Friday (the 23rd), and if I was still pregnant at that point then we would talk induction dates again.
He also told me I could just "wait it out." But I've had to have my water broken both times before and my mother went 3wks overdue with both me and my sister, so genetically the track record doesn't look so hot.
So we are looking right on track for a baby to appear around the actual due date. So we are T minus 2 weeks (for the record I have absolutely no idea what the heck that means).
I'm going to try and get my rear in gear this next week.
And maybe squeeze in a nap or two.

How to Make Great White Rice: By the Semi-Asian Gal

2010-04-14T15:37:00.000-07:00

That would be 1/4 Japanese. And I know I don't look it (have you seen my father?)
But that doesn't mean we don't love us some Japanese food around here.
One of the staples at our house is steamed white rice.
Are you curious how my adorable asian grandma made her rice and I now make mine?
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First off, get yourself a rice cooker. I once had a friend say to me: "I can never get my rice like yours" when I asked her how much water she was putting in the rice cooker she exclaimed "well I don't have a rice cooker" Hannah Montana Say What?? (I got mine at Costco for less than 30.00, Target also has them on the cheap).
Second, buy your white rice on the Asian food isle, not on the pasta isle.
Now were ready to get crackin'
I don't do alot in the way of measurements, just eyeballing.
I pour several cups of rice into the pot (more or less depending on how many you are feeding or whether you'd like to save some for later (more on this in a minute)).
Then I rinse the rice a couple times until the water runs nearly clear.
Let your rice soak for ~10minutes (only if you have the time....you can skip this step and it is not the end of the world).
For your final water measurement, make sure the amount of water (cool water) comes the tip of your pinky finger's top knuckle length above rice level (did you get that? hold up your pinky, point at that first crease nearest to your finger nail end, then turn your pinky over so the tip of your finger is touching the top of the rice, make sure your water reaches that first crease).
Now drop your pot back into your rice cooker and press your "cook" button.
That amazing cooker is gonna do the rest for you. When it "dings" let it sit for a couple extra minutes to steam, then it's good to go.
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And now I am going to share a very easy tip with you, that my friend Lyssa claims "changed her life."

I know that the actual process of preparing and cooking the rice is a bit tedious. That is why I always make extra. Then whatever rice I do not use I portion into snack size zip lock bags and put into my freezer. Whenever we feel like perfectly steamed rice, without all the hastle, we just pull out a bag (~1 bag per person) and "resteam" it in the microwave for 1-2 minutes. We often do this when we want some rice for lunch, or if we want rice with a smaller amount of leftovers, it also makes great fried rice. Easy Peasy (I've never actually used that term before for obvious reasons). And it tastes like it came straight out of the rice cooker.

Confused? Any more questions. Let sensai here help you. (that would be teacher in Japanese). I'm trying to start a rice revolution here people!!

For Kearyn

2010-04-11T15:12:00.000-07:00

I am trying to finish the final details before this little gal arrives.

Today I finished her "lovies"
Her beautiful Petunia Pickle Bottom Diaper Bag from Grandma Jane arrived.

Got all of the lovely crib bedding put on

Took some of the extra fabric and put it into this cute frame
More sweetness for the nusery

And here is the special project I've been working on. This is 4 painter's canvases put together to make this pretty mural. I took a copy of the fabric and hand sketched it onto seperate canvases and then painted them. I am so happy with how it turned out.

There are still a few final touches to be added to the nursery before it is complete. Including a mirror, tissue puff hanging flowers, and an oh-so-sweet lamp my mom found.

And I just did 3 loads of "girl laundry." All I gotta say is: this better be a SHE!

She Crazy

2010-04-09T14:54:00.000-07:00

Yesterday happened to be my Birthday.

The big 28.

My mother declared that we should go to dinner and told me to pick the venue.

I let Kearyn pick.

She decided she would like breakfast for dinner.

So we went to IHOP.

And I ate an entire platter of pigs in a blanket (because there are starving people in Africa and I wouldn't want that food to go to waste)

Rigghhtt. That was the reason.

Then they passed out those mints that I LOVE.

And I may have unashamedly asked if I could buy some.

But then they offered me a to go bag of mints.

Because who can resist a smiley nearly-ready-to-burst-pregnant gal.

I was pretty pleased as we walked out to the parking lot and I got into the passenger seat.

One small oversight was the fact that Chip & I had driven separate cars.

So he was trying to get through to my pregnant brain that I actually needed to be in the drivers seat (using hand gestures by this point).

Then I turned to say good bye to my mother.

So I said "thanks Mom, Happy Birthday!"

And she burst out laughing (cause you remember it was MY birthday, not hers)

Then I burst out laughing and almost peed my pants (again) in public.

I'm sure they were all thinking I had officially lost it.

And I was feeling slightly goofy (like when I drink 1 1/2 margaritas at outback, instead of stopping at 1)

But this cocktail consisted of an over excess of syrup+too many mints+Kearyn stealing MY oxygen

Happy 28th & Happy 37 weeks to me!

Easter 2010 in Review

2010-04-05T13:09:00.000-07:00

Easter was the perfect end to a lovely spring break.

We were so sad to see Daddy go back to school this morning. Poor Drays has been wandering the house yelling: "Daddy?, Daddy?" Good thing Auntie Kass stopped by to take them to the park and then over to Grandma Jane's for a little extra spoiling. Which leaves me home alone. What to do? Can you love being by yourself, but miss your kids at the same time?

I think so, especially when you have a couple sweeties like mine:

As I was writing this post, I came across my Easter post from last year.
I still feel the same way, but even more blessed. Is that possible?

Don't get me wrong, sometimes life is just plain hard, but I hope it is days (and posts) like these that I can look back on and say: "I am one lucky gal!"

36 Week Check-up Status: BORING.

2010-04-02T15:23:00.000-07:00

Today was the big 36 week check. Ya, you know it. Checkin the business to see if there is anything happening. Oh and also the lovely Group B Strep test (fun times). Conclusion. Nada. Maybe 1cm (but I think Dr. M was just saying that to make me feel better). We listened to the heart beat and he pushed around and measured my stomach and decided I was "boring."

But, I'm seriously OK with this.

Here's why: the first time around with Caleb Doc said: "2 1/2cm & 50% effaced, if you don't have your carseat in the car and your bag packed, I'd get it done this weekend." I walked around convinced I would deliver at any moment (maybe Chipper's birthday?..Sep 5th?). No go, Cdog didn't come until the 15th (and that was after they had broken my water).

This last time with Drayson: almost 3cm & 70% effaced (I know impressive stats), and his head was totally engaged (yep that was comfortable). And that is the way he would stay for FOUR freaking weeks until they finally took pity on me and induced me just in time for me to walk down the aisle in Kynda's wedding (4 days post partum--I do not recommend this--though the vicodin was heavenly).

So really my 36 week check is not any sort of indication on how things will progress. I will more than likely carry this babe full term. This time though, I'm not going to go in until it's the real deal people. None of this: "well those might be contractions" crap. I want to take my time at home. I don't need to show up there with a freakin' half smile on my face and declare that "it's time!" Just so they can show me to the little exam room, check me a couple times, send me around that stupid circular hallways on "walks" like I'm at an old folks home and feed me ice chips (though who doesn't love that hospital terd ice?). When all this was relayed with some gusto to Dr. M. last week, even he was looking a little shocked and concerned. I told him "don't worry, I'm not gonna let it get to the point where Chip needs to deliver me on the I-182 bridge or anything."

And I'm not. I'm just saying. Did I also mention that I may or may not be doing this labor thing sans drugs? It's on the table for consideration. I tried this with Caleb and made it 8 hrs in. But then I stalled out at 5cm and I was super tired. I was afraid that if I didn't start making progress I wouldn't have any energy left to push. And I'd rather an epidural than a C section for sure. With Drays I was on pitocin and beggin' for the epi like an hour in. But I really feel like I could do this if everything went smoothly.

When I told Chip: he was all for it and ready to support my decision either way (because he is good like that). My sister took some convincing, but now says she is on board. My mother thinks I'm slightly off my rocker ("and if epidurals had been so readily available she would have gladly taken one both times"). But I am always up for a challenge. On the way to the hospital to have Caleb I might have even said "hey hon, I'm gonna kick the crap out of labor."

Bottom line: we shall see.

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Drays demanding the raisins out of my Raisin Bran

(this pic has absolutely nothing to do with this post, except for I love those chubby fingers and that sweet smile}

Master Bath Mini-Makeover

2010-03-24T11:10:00.000-07:00

Ya know when you feel like you just need a new style?

Maybe some highlights or new make-up?

Well, the master bath was just screaming for it.

So we spruced her up: new paint color, new lights, new faucet, new towels and accesories.

I think it turned out lovely.

Just what it and I needed.

ps. I'm nearly done with a very special project in Kearyn's room. Hopefully it will all come together shortly. Stay Tuned.

34 Weeks & Counting

2010-03-21T10:54:00.000-07:00

Awesome:

frosted animal cookies, chocolate chip muffins, bagels w/honey butter, pretzels, ruby red grapefruit juice, gallons & gallons of H2O, fruit smoothies

Not so awesome:

acid indigestion

Making me deliriously happy today...

2010-03-17T13:32:00.000-07:00

*Kearyn's amazing one of a kind hand made crib bedding.

Made by the loving and talented Retta (calling her a family "friend" would be an understatement. I'm going with "bonus grammy")

This is just a sneak peek at the quilt. The dust ruffle & bumper are equally as cute.

*This lovely spring weather. And all the blooms on the trees.

*My new 4-slot toaster. (How did I ever live without you?)

*And of course these two adorable guys. Proudly sporting "Sounders" green for St. Patty's Day

No Kiddin?

2010-03-12T09:09:00.000-08:00

FYI:

LilyTicker on my side bar (over there ----->)

says that I am 33 weeks

and that I may soon start to walk funny.

Gee, thanks for the newsflash.

But you're at least a week late.

On This Day

2010-03-08T09:33:00.000-08:00

*Last night I found out that I can no longer sleep on my right side or my back. Doing either makes my sciatic nerve and pubic bone hurt like the dickens (didn't you always want to know that?)

*I am thankful for clean drinking water. Last night we went to the Children of the World concert and the focus was on contaminated drinking water in 3rd world countries and the thousands of preventable deaths. Rocked me and broke me to my very core.

*Watching two mostly sweet but almost always adorable boys eat Fruit Loops and Lucky Charms {respectively} at the table.

*Feeling sad that I didn't get to spend nearly enough hours with my extremely hard working hubby last week, but also feeling incredibly blessed that he works so hard to provide for our family.

*Excited about how much I love the new paint color in the master bathroom and can't wait until it's complete.

*Stew over how Drayson sings a jacked up version of O Canada, but still refuses to say "mom." He either refers to me as "dat" (that) or when he is trying to be especially snarky: Daddy (hello...it was I who birthed you!).

*Today I will: go to the grocery store, return stuff to Target (and attempt to not purchase much else), finish some projects for Kearyn's room (hopefully), take Caleb to hockey, throw in some laundry & dishes (a given), make ?? for dinner.

Lookee, Lookee...

2010-03-01T21:38:00.000-08:00

Pictures

And lots of them

Without a lot of words

(the kind of post my Dad loves)

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The boys "helping" Daddy install new faucets. We are doing mini revamps on our two bathrooms.

a partial peek of the hall bath (just in time for Lyssa's visit!)

Daddy & Drays ice skating

Caleb, Drays & Parker. A gazillion thank yous to my sis Jamie and Trav for taking the boys on a hike, so I could get some alone time.

I love me some hockey guys. Lately if the boys aren't driving me up a wall--they are playing hockey.
A mama update. 32 weeks this week. I think this might be as big as I was when I delivered both Caleb and Drayson and I still have 2 months to go. I know that I don't look that big, but I'm past uncomfortable for how tiny my frame is. For the past several weeks she has had a foot firmly planted in my rib cage. And if I walk or stay on my feet for too long I definitely "feel it." And for the past couple of days I have had waves of nausea reminiscent of my first 16wks (please say this is a fluke and not my pregnancy sickness returning).

How Pregnancy Stole my FUNNY

2010-02-24T10:52:00.000-08:00

Last night I turned to Chip and asked him "do you think I'm funny anymore?"
Him: "where did that come from?" (gave me a look that said I've officially lost my mind-a recent theme?).
Me: "did you get the email I sent you this morning?...it was funny right?"
Him: "yeah, that was funny."
Me: "Oh, well that's good, at least it's not completely gone."
Him: kisses me on the forehead and rolls over to go to sleep.

See, here's the thing. I usually consider myself a pretty humorous person. Albeit, sometimes it is dry and possibly not everyone 'gets it.' But you other funny people do and that is enough for me most of the time.

Now I have to actually think hard in order to write something with wit and character on your blog comments and facebook status'. {gasp} This is most upsetting to me. And then I worry that any comments meant to be be dry in a funny way, may come off wrong (like in an abrupt and unfunny way). And then people would think of me as your un-nice friend, or strange, and that is definitely not funny.

Things are looking up a bit though. I thought my own FB status about Team USA hockey beating Canada at their own game was pretty good (did you read it?...did you also think it was funny? or maybe only people who follow hockey appreciated it?) See here I am second guessing myself again.

And then there was the story a few weeks back about me peeing my pants? Was that funny or just embarrassing?

Oh and lets not forget about the email response to Chip yesterday. Or was he just saying that so that we could stop discussing it? hmmmmm...

Maybe I should just switch to writing emotional posts through the end of this pregnancy? Like last week's? Because what I'm lacking in humour I am definitely making up for in the emotional instability department. But while it is refreshing to get some of that off my chest, I don't really think everyone else should be subject to reading the equivalent of my emotional throw-up.

Maybe I should just start posting pictures? (But that requires remembering to take pictures and then the slow process of downloading them to the computer and then tediously uploading them to blogger).

Are you worried for my mental health? or my children's?
Are you regretting ever starting to read this post in the first place?

But the biggest question remains:

Do you think my quick wit will return with my waistline?

Much Better...

2010-02-19T14:33:00.000-08:00

Just thought I'd throw you all a little update just in case you thought I might have started wearing all black and drawing my blinds during the day.

Your wonderful well wishes
+
A great Ash Wednesday message at church
+
the boyos actually sleeping somewhat better
+
sunshiny weather

have made me feel much better

(maybe I should bottle this feeling up and save it for the next trying day)
Cause let's be honest, there will be more. And some days will be brilliant with blessings and others will be rotten and retched. Such is the life of a mother.

But the fact remains that I love these little monsters of mine.

The Night/Day I Officially Lost My Mind

2010-02-17T15:09:00.000-08:00

Yup.

Apparently that day is today.

I had planned to write something really nice today and post some pictures. But somewhere between 1 and 2 am last night it was lost (like my mind).

Drayson (and his crib) are now full time inhabitants of Caleb's room--so I guess that officially makes it Caleb & Drayson's room (did I mention it's also a room of coughs & runny noses?). I've been dreading this day like the plague. It has not disappointed. If I've lost you, here's the bottom line: we haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep. If it's not Drayson, it's Caleb--and last night it was both + Caleb's dog Benny. I couldn't do it anymore. I pleaded for Chip to go (even though I knew he had a huge day at school today, not to mention a crazy rest of the week that includes a weekend long master's class). So throw some guilt on top as well. He went and worked his Daddy magic (in the patient way that he does). *Add more guilt.* All I could do was lay there with my pillow over my head and think "I am in way over my head" "how am I going to handle another?" "where did this train jump the track?" "am I a bad mother?" "how do other people make it seem so easy?" (and all the other crazy things your sleep deprived brain conjures up at 2am).

But, when I woke up this morning, the heavy feeling had not disappeared. I may officially be in a funk. A pre-partum? funk. My list from the night before of everything I was going to accomplish today sat laughing at my from the counter. Even when I turned it over--it stilled laughed and mocked me. So today my house has sat in a sad state of disarray (that happens to match my sad un-showered state of disarray). I even left my house in such a state to take Caleb to preschool (a definite low point for me). My children have for the most part endlessly tortured each other and me. And just because I am complaining, let's add 1 more thing to the list: I wish we had shed-less dogs (or possibly no dogs at all).

And I wish I could say I was one of those people who doesn't care and let myself off the hook. But then I just feel like a guilty failure.

During a blissfully quiet part of the day when Caleb was at preschool and Drayson was asleep I was uploading pictures to the computer. And I almost felt as if I was coming out of my fog. I could see all the bright spots that I know in my heart I have been blessed with. Remembered that just last week I was feeling good and prepared and excited. And I sanely thought to myself: all of this is just hormones and lack of sleep. And I almost felt OK with it all.

But then Caleb came home from preschool and started in his sassy way of his (that has recently became his full time MO). And Drayson was doing his whiny cry when he can't get exactly his way--and I felt my patience and my mind just run away all over again.

Now I am asking myself why I have written this? How awful? How ungrateful I must sound. Will I ever want to look back and remember feeling this way? But for some reason I know I am going to push that 'publish post' button when I am done. Because when I started this blog I wanted it to depict my life--my real life--not just the high points.

I pray that my mind returns swiftly. And until then I will try and remember:

this

and this

this smile

how adorable she will be in this

and how this will never stop melting my heart

In the meantime, maybe you could all say a quick prayer of perseverance for me?

My Bladder + 3 babies

2010-02-08T14:19:00.001-08:00

Last night we were over at my parents watching the Super Bowl.

Drayson and Parker were taking turns giving "the belly" raspberries.

Drayson apparently took exception to Parks giving his mama & sis that much attention.

Drays pushes Parker.

Parker full-mouth bites Drayson on the head.

Both boys start to freak out.

Everyone is finding it pretty hysterical.

Then it becomes unclear weather Parker is going to bite my arm or eat my baby (like an Australian Dingo).

Chip is doing this insane reenactment of Parker biting Drays.

And then it really became too much for my bladder to handle.

I tried to run, I really did, but I realized too late that I had drank too much water without a potty break.

And that was the first official time I wet myself in public since I was a wee girl (pun intended).

Ok, I may have peed myself a little while coaching that double overtime game in Wenatchee after we won on a header goal with 15 seconds remaining. (but not like this).

Dang all these babies.

Guess I need to get going on my Kegels.

Happy 28 weeks to me.

Potpourri of my day

2010-01-29T13:48:00.000-08:00

Spellchecker correctly taught me to spell potpourri.

Kiddos woke me up at 5:45am...this is not like them.

dragging my unshowered self around the house in attempt at housework

trying to motivate to the shower.

making shishkabobs for dinner.

fyi: spellchecker indicates that shishkabobs is spelled wrong but has no suggestions!

thinking about how Drays Bug has learned to fold his hands and put his head down during prayers--darling

saying a quick prayer of resilience for my husband's New Year attempt to get back in shape

convincing myself that we do not need a new/bigger house (but still scouring the Internet)

getting excited to have dinner with two of our favorite couples tomorrow night

dreaming of the Oreo cupcakes I am going to make for dessert (and hoping they come out as good as dreamed)

possibly purchasing an adorable hat for Kearyn that has little monkey ears on it--to.die.for

uploading new tunes to my ipod

listening to my new favorite: This Kind of Love by Sister Hazel. over and over.

continuously breaking up the squabbles between Caleb & Drayson

can't believe it's only 91 days until we meet our new little lady

waiting as anxiously as the boys for our hard working Chipper Daddy to get home

Arriving shortly...

2010-01-26T13:25:00.000-08:00

Lookee at some of the precious purchases I made yesterday for Baby Cakes Kearyn:

Flapper beanie (i changed the color combo a bit. hers will have red, pink & brown stripes with a red flower).

www.cutebabyboutique.blogspot.com

This sweet flower bow that attaches to different hats and headbands.

www.peanutposh.com

Ruffle bloomers (are you kidding me)!!!

on Etsy at threeyellowfish.

I've realized that I love buying handmade. Not to mention stalking all things Etsy in the middle of the night when I should be asleep (I think I dreamed about baby bows last night). And it has also inspired me to try my hand at being a little more crafty myself (if any of you extra crafty gals have any tips I would appreciate). And it's not something every other baby gal will have which makes it extra special I think.

And my gawwsh can you get over those bloomers?!

Just Mama & Drays

2010-01-25T14:28:00.000-08:00

Today is a working day for Chip at school, so he took Caleb along. Caleb insisted he needed a sack lunch to go to school. So I made him one. He asked if he could have 2 oreos in his lunch as well. All of a sudden I was having flash forwards to Caleb going off to real school in the fall and I was getting a little misty.

So the Drays and I decided we needed to go on our own little adventure. We went to Craft Warehouse and Pier One and Kohl's. A random search for bathroom accesories for the revamped hall bath + anything adorable for Kearyn's nursery. He stayed in his stroller most of the time. When he escaped at Kohl's he ended up with a bloody lip, so he decided sitting in the stroller with a dumdum actually wasn't such a bad gig after all.

We had a wonderful time. My baby was so good. I also realized he is not as much baby as he is toddler (getting misty again, dang hormones). It reminded me of days when Caleb and I used to go on random treks. I need to do more of these trips with the boys seperately (but especially Drayson). I am going to try and do as many as I can before Kearyn arrives. I don't ever want Drayson to feel like the forgotten middle child.

Right at this moment he is in the middle of baby dreams that I hope will last at least another hour (God willing :) He is so cute and I am so glad we were able to spend time together today.

He also gave his smile of approval for the cute sweater I bought. What a guy!

Is it possible?

2010-01-22T12:17:00.001-08:00

...for these guys to be any more scrumptious?

I think not!

This is what 24 weeks looks like:

2010-01-11T12:47:00.000-08:00

This is what 24 weeks feels like:

not nearly enough days left to get everything done
(including cuddling a still very young Drayson, moving said Drayson into Caleb's room to make room in the nursery, getting all things girlie together and purchased, mentally preparing to be the mother of 3 children, figuring out new finances and budgets/work schedules/coaching schedules/hockey practice schedules, preparing to graduate my first born from preschool and send him off to Kindergarten next fall, painting the hall bathroom...and the list goes on)

Oh, how the questions, doubts, and excitement swirl. Usually at 3am. When I've gotten up to go pee for the 2nd time that night. Can't a girl just catch a break and get some decent sleep?

The Baby Formerly Known as Bits

2010-01-07T12:44:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I was cuddling Drayson after his nap.

Drayson did not appreciate being kicked and prodded by my ever-growing belly.

Kearyn apparently did not appreciate being smashed and squished by the ever-growing Drayson.

OH, did I just write that out loud?

Kearyn Faye

Creatively unique, without being, well, you know, just plain weird (in our opinion anyways).

Some people are in the practice of not leaking their chosen name out into public too early.
But we figure if you decide to name your kid Kearyn in the next couple months--then you probably stole it from us (and you will have affirmed that we are indeed that cool). And when people ask you how you came up with the name, you'll have to say something really lame like "we stole it from these incredibly cool and creative people" etc, etc.

Anywho.

We are keeping it.

And her.

And if you like it, we'll keep you too.

Our Little Outdoorsman

2010-01-06T12:58:00.000-08:00

Disclaimer: if you do not approve of hunting and/or the killing of small animals you may not want to continue reading.

Consider yourself warned.

This summer before we headed off on our annual summer cabin trip, Chip took Caleb off on a "man errand." The sole reason for this errand was to purchase Caleb his very first BB gun. Now, while we are not members of the NRA, Chip is a recreational hunter when he has the time (just in case you were wondering we also eat red meat, support our troops, sing along with the Star Spangled Banner and vote conservative {gasp}).

So they came home with big grins and a Daisy Red Rider.
And so "hunting" was all that was talked about on the 4+ hour trip up to the mountains.

As soon as we were out of the car Caleb announced that they were going "hunting for squirrels."
I looked at Chip, he reassured me there was nothing to worry about. Saying things like "its a boy thing" and "he won't be able to hit a squirrel anyways."

Except for we obviously forgot that our 5 year old has exceptional hand-eye coordination.

And so went down the first poor fuzzy rodent (which apparently had to be "put out of its misery" by Chip).

Don't worry, his aim got better after that...and the last 3 kills were clean.

{caleb and uncle trav showing off good form}

I am only semi sorry if this story disturbed you. And while I don't really love hunting myself. I am plenty proud of how proud Caleb was of himself. I'm proud that I have a husband who takes the time to take our kids on "special errands." And looks forward to teaching our son proper gun control (among many other life skills).

And I guess if you still don't like it. Well you can come over and we can discuss it further.
But remember, we have guns :)

A look back at December..

2010-01-04T15:26:00.000-08:00

Wondering what we've been up to the past couple weeks?

Wonder no more.

I hit 23 weeks the other day. Can't believe we will meet this sweet new gal in just a few short months. I don't think I'm ready, but I suppose she is coming one way or the other.

This guy turned 18 months. He is starting to say several words (indistinguishable to all others besides those very close to him). He gives great kisses. He woofs like a dog. He loves to turn light switches on and off. We think he is just so funny and he makes us laugh everyday.

Caleb is so grown up all of a sudden. He can't wait to meet the new baby. He made us so proud when he sang during Christmas Eve service at church. And he has a loose tooth! Look what a cool kid he is...

{and Uncle John taught him how to use a child proof bbq lighter during Luminaria}

We made the most of our Daddy time while Chip was off during Christmas break. So sad to see him go back to school this morning.

We saw "real live" reindeer. We played with our new camera.
Loved on these crazy guys.
And spent some quality family time together of course.

Can't wait to see what 2010 will bring...

We're Back......

2009-12-15T13:59:00.001-08:00

Can you say 65 degrees and sunny--in December!?

So you can see why we didn't really want to come back.

and maybe we wouldn't have, except for we were really starting to miss these guys.

The weather was lovely, the company couldn't have been better, the food delicious, the shopping devine. Our legs and backs were killing us after all the walking. And we probably gained several pounds each (I was making up for lost "sick" time, and lets be honest I have a built in excuse). Chip takes husband of the year award for sitting for 2+ hours inside the biggest Destination Maternity store I have ever seen. And for not even blinking when the final price was totaled (2 pairs of designer maternity jeans later (thanks Mom for one pair and Santa for the other) and I feel like a new woman--truly maternity jeans that don't make you look like you pooped your drawers. They are heaven sent).

And so is my husband!

a true "christmas cactus"

Me & the hubby
ps. Chip really hates taking pictures. He especially hates when I stop and ask other people to take our picture. Long story short--sorry for the lack of and very upclose pictures.

Drumroll please...

2009-12-02T14:11:00.000-08:00

It's a GIRL!

Thankful Thoughts

2009-11-26T13:11:00.000-08:00

I am thankful for:

a loving God

my sweet family

the awesome ability to carry new life

my hardworking husband

my crazy boys

fantastic extended family & friends

and too many many more to list...

I am so incredibly blessed.

I hope you are taking today to celebrate the things you are truly thankful for as well.

Happy Thanksgiving!

It's a Done Deal

2009-11-21T11:52:00.000-08:00

So most of you will remember this post about whether I should take the risk and book a hotel for our Arizona trip using Hotwire. You know, killer rates, but they don't show you the hotel until after you've booked.

Well, I manned-up and did it.

We will be staying downtown Scottsdale at

The Hotel Indigo

Pretty nice, huh? Less than a half mile to Fashion Square and The Waterfront (combined pretty much the best shopping ever), Old Town Scottsdale, trendy resturaunts.

The best part: this hotel books from $110-199/night. We got it for $59/night.

You Bet-cha, I'm thrilled.

19 days--Scottsdale here we come.

December's Top 3

2009-11-17T10:15:00.000-08:00

Why am I looking forward to December you ask?

Ultrasound of Bits
Scottsdale, AZ
Christmas Festivities

Whoop-tee-woo...it's gonna be a fun month!

Flutterings

2009-11-14T13:23:00.000-08:00

Just thought I needed to post this so I could remember:

Pretty darn sure I have been feeling baby "flutterings" for the past 2 days.

Sure, it could just be gas bubbles (growing belly + too tight jeans= not so great). But, you know I'm "experienced" now. Didn't you know? Your 3rd pregnancy for sure puts you into this new category.

So, I'm sticking with the flutterings.

p.s. Drayson has been "talking" to and kissing my belly.....soooooo sweet!

In Lieu of 15 weeks...

2009-11-09T21:03:00.000-08:00

So we are 15 1/2 weeks along and I'm actually starting to feel like eating again. That got me thinking back to the things that I've actually craved/enjoyed/or just plain could keep down in the past few weeks (in no particular order):

turkey sandwiches from Subway
mustard
grapefruit juice
trail mix
grapes
puffy cheetos
havarti cheese
eggos with 1 of these three combos: butter & powdered sugar/peanut butter, cottage cheese & syrup/butter, strawberries & cool whip
----------------------------

Dear Nice Foods,

Thank you for being so good to me in my time of need. No offense, we can still hang out and stuff, but I'd like to start hanging out with new foods now too.

All the Best,

Sara

Halloween 2009 Cont.

2009-11-02T16:57:00.000-08:00

We started off the night at Gma Jane & Papa Larry's. Pizza and candy. Kassie took Caleb around the block trick or treating. Then off to Nonni Donna & Papa KevO's. The boys had about had it by that time. Chip and I ditched the kids with my gracious parents and went off to a Halloween party where we were able to see a bunch of good friends.

Bones & Handy Manny

Yes, that's right, your eyes are not deceiving you:
that is Chip wearing man tights. He is obviously the "tooth fairy"
He tried to make me go into Albertson's without him (a no go). When we were inside he was like a freakin celebrity or something.
One lady said: "look girls, it's the real live tooth fairy right here in Albertson's"
Another guy came up and shook Chip's hand and told him he was a "brave man"
Chip complained all night that the tights "didn't breathe"

Don't you think Drays would be a pretty girl? (trying on Chip's fairy headband)

Handy Manny Goes to School

2009-10-29T12:48:00.000-07:00

Caleb decided this year that he wanted to be none other than Handy Manny for Halloween. Do you know this Manny? He is on the Disney Channel. He is the one and only fix-it man in the beloved town of Sheetrock Hills.

Do you see the resemblence?

Thanks to Nonni Donna he is even lucky enough to have the "talking" tool set.
(yeah, that gets old fast :)
When Caleb showed up for the preschool Halloween party today, a very smart mom said:
"awesome, it's Handy Manny!"
Oh, how Caleb beamed.
Bless you, Sweet Mother.

Pumpkin Patch '09

2009-10-28T21:43:00.000-07:00

Caleb's Preschool Pumpkin Patch Trip.

Daddy took the day off to come and play!
That's Caleb way at the top

The End.

To Do This Week:

2009-10-26T11:19:00.000-07:00

Pumpkin Patch with the preschool
Win our final league soccer game and wrap up the #1 spot!
14 week doctor visit
Finish Halloween costumes in time for Caleb's Halloween Party
put away mounds of clean laundry (at least it's clean right?)
Watch Caleb play hockey
Watch Drayson charm other spectators at hockey practice
Wish my good friend Kara a Happy Birthday!
Get maternity clothes down from attic. Ugh.
Continue to dream/countdown our AZ trip

*Sidenote: I bought a pair of Ugg boots this weekend. they are not really Uggs, they are from Costco. they are amazingly comfortable. I'm afraid they make me look ridiculous/sixteen.

But I'm not taking them back. So there.

Risky

2009-10-21T13:27:00.001-07:00

We are going to Scottsdale as you well know.
Did you know that we are going to fly roundtrip for $280 out of Pasco (and that would be both of us-not per person). We would not be going on said trip right before Christmas if we weren't doing it on the cheap.
Now I'm bargain hunting hotels. I'm stalking Hotwire.com and then cross referencing Hotels.com. Do you know about this hotwire bit? You go to their site, you select your dates and your specific location/area (like within a couple mile radius) and they give you these awesome hotel options with rock bottom rates. As in $59 for a 4-star hotel in Scottsdale (whoo-ee)! The catch? They don't tell you the name of the hotel until after you have purchased. They list the amenities and hotels that usually fall in to this star category. Then you have to decide if you're willing to risk it. We have used Hotwire 3 times before. Once for a rental car in San Diego, once for a hotel in LA, once for a hotel in Seattle. It totally worked out all three times...actually we were blown away at the awesomeness at such a low price. Like when we were in LA there was a Valet and super swanky lobby (fyi: we don't usually make a habit of staying in dives, but we think a Marriot is pretty nice).
Is this making any sense?
Anyways, the only thing about doing this is: it gives me a stomach ache. It seems too good to be true. I get so scared right before I press the "confirm" button. I get even more queasy right before the page opens to the name of the hotel that we have just charged several hundred dollars to our credit card for. You get me? So here I am back in the same old boat.
But man, I sure do like those Valets and swanky lobbies...

Opinions? advice? tips? name of a good shrink?

PUN-KINS!

2009-10-19T19:14:00.000-07:00

Caleb has been begging for a "pun-kin" for weeks now. For the past couple weekends there was a family that would set up a pumpkin stand right on the corner of a vacant lot near our house. So we thought--what could be easier than that? Well, I don't know if they ran out of pumpkins or what, but they were MIA this weekend. And Caleb was forlorn (like it was the only place you could get punkins or something)! So we headed on out to the local Pumpkin Patch to pick us out a few nice pumpkins on Sunday afternoon.

And since Mommy was not in the mood to gut all 6 pumpkins and oversee small children wielding sharp instruments, we opted to paint our pumpkins instead.
Caleb's "scary face" pumpkin (please note the sharp teeth)
And this is what I worked on:
Caleb is really into letters and "what does that word start with?" right now. So I thought these would be perfect. I think they turned out pretty spiffy.

Happy Pun-kin-ing

Let the Countdown Begin

2009-10-17T23:36:00.000-07:00

In 54 days, I will be here:

Scottsdale, AZ

Enjoying 4 days of:

my husband

no children

rockstar shopping

sleeping in

sunshine in December

no Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Handy Manny or Special Agent OSO

good food

doing whatever.we.want

An Explanation of Bacon Bits

2009-10-13T12:33:00.000-07:00

So while we took Caleb skating. And he schooled me in stopping. (see video below)

Drayson played at Grandma Jane & Papa Larry's. A sweet little girl from Jane's daycare was a little confused as to what Drayson's name was and kept calling him Bacon! Ha. Imagine my surprise when we showed up and she asked me "why did you name your baby Bacon?" (pretty sure that's a once in a life time question there). Chip and I thought it was hilarious and somehow it came about that Baby #3 should be referred to as Bits. Yes, as in Bacon Bits. It could be like a 2 for the price of 1 deal. Can you imagine: "Bacon Bits time to come in for dinner...." You get the idea.

Here's a quick peek at the growing "Bits": (and yes, I am using the ever popular rubber band in place of button technique if you were wondering). Doesn't look like much yet, but we are 12 wks along this week. (praying that the less nauseous days are just around the corner).

We kinda felt bad that Caleb was left out of the whole thing. Last night we asked him he'd like to be called Cruton. (imagine blank stare from 5 year old here). Apparently Chip and I thought it was funnier than Caleb.

Weekly Highlights

2009-10-06T13:09:00.000-07:00

Here's a small portion of what's been happening around these here parts:

The long awaited bunk beds went up. And Caleb loves them. He of course is sleeping on the top bunk. And I am currently folding laundry on the bottom bunk until we switch Drayson over there (which is several months off). We are even getting two huge matching storage drawers that slide under the bottom bunk cause we need all the space we can get. Speaking of storage we are on the hunt for 2 dressers (they can be ugly since I am going to paint them and put on new hardware) so let me know if you are trying to get rid of some or know of someone that is.

*Also, thanks to my Dad for coming and helping with the bunk beds so I didn't have to (you saved us yet again from needing couple's therapy). And to my mother who scrubbed things that I was otherwise trying to forget existed (ie: the really far away part of the counter in front of the sink and the tops of my washer & dryer).

Hockey started yesterday, which makes our already hectic schedule even crazier!

The Bug loves to have his picture taken. Here he is before I took him to get his check up and shots this morning! He wasn't singing quite the same tune after they stuck him 4 times, but perked right back up when offered a dum-dum. He is doing great and is 31 1/4" tall (50th%) & 22lbs 3oz (25th%) And is cute as can be (obviously :)

Saturday morning was hair cuts for all the men-folk at our house. Here is Drays getting his first trim. It got a little shorter than I'd like and I started to cry (before Chip told me to pull it together because I was scaring the children...thanks hon).
On the pregnancy home front: Caleb has made it his personal mission in life to tell every single person we see that there is a "baby in my mommy's tummy." (which makes going out into public slightly awkward). The anti-nausea meds I am on seem to help, but make me extremely tired so I can't take them as much as prescribed. So tired that I don't really like to drive and that's kinda an issue when you're as busy as our family is. My jeans already aren't buttoning, which is a huge shocker to me, because I can normally rock non-maternity clothes until nearly 18 weeks. Doesn't look like Bean #3 is gonna treat me quite so well. I'm gonna go haul out the belly band, buy some more yoga pants and stalk maternity Seven jeans on the Internet!

And yes, Chip is still alive and part of our family (cause ya know, we wouldn't eat or have a place to sleep without him). He is extremely busy with his classroom, his pro-cert/Master's classes, coaching soccer, and helping with the boys.

Ta-Ta for now!

Who Woulda Thought??

2009-10-01T09:36:00.000-07:00

That after the conception of Drayson took almost 2 long painful years of:

ovulation sticks
morning temps
calender marking
meds
hearing that every other person you somehow know is expecting
month after month of disappointment

that I would be announcing that we are pregnant with Bean #3 (the good ol fashion way, like without all that un-fun stuff listed above). I'm still kinda shocked myself. When I mentioned as much to my mother she said: "I thought you knew how that all worked." And I do, but when it "doesn't work like that" for ya for 2 whole years and you're pretty sure God decided to only send you 1 baby...and now you're gonna have 3...well that's a kick in the pant for sure.

Then you do the math and realize that #2 & #3 are going to be less than 24 months apart. And then you kinda maybe freak out just a little bit (but your calm as all husband does not and just smiles at you like a goofball, because we all know he would be happy with a farm full of kids).

Then you feel better that the new/bigger car you bought several months back wasn't just a "want" but is now obviously a "need." And that the bunk beds you bought for a very special 5 year old boy who begged and begged for them for 6 months also isn't a "want" but a "need." And realize that with some very serious storage planning (and the before mentioned bunk beds) a bigger house is not a "need" but a "want" (which is a great thing, because we all know babies aren't cheap).

Our due date is April 30th (which means I am 10wks along). I've been terribly nauseous this time (like all day long), which stinks. And very exhausted. Yes, we are going to find out what we are having this time (that should be right around Christmas time). We are going to find out for 2 reasons: 1. I need to mentally prepare if I am going to be the mother of 3 boys. 2. I need to know if I can have a "boy" yard sale (meaning their clothes--not the boys themselves) and then take all that money and spend it on my pretty pretty princess of course.

We are obviously so excited and nervous at the same time (me mostly because that's how I am, but I think I'm especially nervous this time because we have already been blessed with 2 very healthy babies and I don't want my luck to run out). I even went round and round about the appropriate time to post this to the blog...is there a time protocol or something? I know lots of people wait 12 wks, but we saw the dr. yesterday and got to hear the heartbeat so I feel pretty good. And most of our family knows anyways. And since this is a journal of sorts for me it was weird to have to "keep that part" out of the posts. So there you have it, the daily ramblings of my head (prepare yourself, probably a lot more of that to come in the next several months). Keep the prayers and good thoughts heading our way...it's gonna be a wild ride.

ps. For the record Caleb thinks it's twins...I told him to shut his mouth. :)

Not So Innocent

2009-09-24T13:12:00.000-07:00

Last night Caleb was "all up in" Drayson's personal space (not unlike the past 4 weeks or so). But instead of just 'yelling' at brother, Drayson smacked Caleb across the face with a plastic hockey stick.

Oh, how Caleb cried.

And Chip calmly said: "I told you to leave him alone."

And for the rest of the night he did (with a bright read welt on his cheek). But the sting seems to have faded overnight and he's back at it again today...what does Drays have up his sleeve this time???

I'm pretty sure Caleb is missing the days when Drayson "just laid there." The days of peace & bliss & loving siblings is gone at our house.

--So when can I come over? (sans children of course)

Caleb's Exciting Travels: Seattle Sounders Game

2009-09-22T08:57:00.000-07:00

On Saturday Aunt Kass took Caleb to a Sounders Soccer game for his birthday present!! They left early in the morning and still got back in time for the Ams opening night hockey game. Caleb doesn't wake up well, but as soon as Chip reminded him what day it was, he popped up and started looking for his jersey.

one excited boy on the trip to Seattle

outside Qwest Field (not exactly sure why he's playing the air guitar?..)
getting his sounders tattoo
sporting his crazy hair

look how serious he is...maybe someone should tell him its just a game :)
inside the stadium
Caleb & Kass

I'm sure the people in front of them enjoyed this purchase!
Nothing left in the tank...he slept the whole way home

What a great day. He is still talking about it. Thanks Aunt Kass...you may just have pulled into the lead for best present of 2009.

Caleb's Parties & the Loot he brought home

2009-09-17T10:34:00.000-07:00

Every year we get to together with Chip's family to not only celebrate Caleb's birthday but also Chipper's (sept. 5) and Grandma Janes (which also is Caleb's bday--sept.15). Jane and Larry let Caleb pick the venue, and of course, we were off to Red Robin.

When the server came we were telling him who was celebrating birthdays and apparently we confused him by pointing to Chip, because Drays was sitting on Daddy's lap. They thought it was Drayson's birthday. And when the sundaes came out they plopped one right down in front of Drays and he was taking full advantage:

Here is the most anticipated present of the year: The 4-wheel scooter. that caleb has been asking for forever, because the "little boy across the street has one and its the coolest scooter ever"! Thanks for coming through Uncle John.

And the scooter didn't dissappoint. We all took turns riding it (even Gma Jane). It is actually really fun. Drays loves it too.

Havin' a great time out back at Gma & Gpa's.
Then on Sunday we went to Howard Amon Park to continue the celebration with the Parker/McCue Clan. Caleb loves this park because of the rock wall.Nonni Donna helping Caleb load up his nerf bow n' arrow.
Mommy and Caleb at the park.

Caleb testing out his new ramp.

Thanks to everyone who made Caleb's 5th Birthday extra special. We are so lucky to have so much great family close by.

Our Big Guy is 5

2009-09-15T10:13:00.000-07:00

Caleb is 5 today and he couldn't be happier!! In the car on the way to birthday Spudnuts this morning he said:

"5 means I'm a big guy now, huh Mom?!"

And it does. He is our Big Guy. I'm not gonna lie...I'm having a hard time with this one. Here are just a few of the neat things about Caleb.

He cannot wait to go to Kindergarten next year and ride the school bus.
He loves that Drayson is getting big enough to play with him. He wants to teach his brother how to do everything.
He loves to go to Sunday School and can't go to bed without saying his prayers every night.
He can't wait to see Daddy get home from work.
He sticks up for other people.
His room is always horribly messy.
He's competitive (and probably the youngest 'trash talker' you'll meet)
He does his chores (most of the time)
His favorite thing to do is play outside
Everything in life is an adventure to him!

Can't wait to see what this year holds for you, Caleb!!

You are such a blessing and we love you so much.

Last First Day of Preschool.

2009-09-08T22:18:00.000-07:00

Caleb had his last first day of preschool today! (meaning he will be in Kindergarten next year). He couldn't wait. And frankly neither could I. These past couple of weeks have been a hard time for Caleb. So many of his friends already went back to elementary school and he has been sitting around the house thinking up ways to torture his brother (thereby torturing his mother)! Drayson and I were able to spend the afternoon together. And when we picked Caleb up from school they were so happy to see each other (distance makes the heart grow fonder?--even if it's only 2 1/2 hours?.) And Caleb had definitely burned off some energy which made the rest of the night so much more peaceful. Fingers crossed that this cease fire continues through the school year (or at least next week!)

Bless you Teacher Nicole & Teacher Kim!

With much gratitude,

the rest of the inhabitants at Caleb's house

Happy Birthday, Husband!

2009-09-04T21:24:00.000-07:00

Saturday the 5th, Chip turns 29! Some of you may remember last years post dedicated to Chipper on his special day. Since I haven't thought of anything to rival that, I will just say

Happy, Happy Birthday!!!

Maybe next year for your 30th (when you'll be really old) I'll throw you a huge surprise party (because I know how much you like it to be all about you) where you will have to open every single gift in front of everyone (because I know how much you love that) and I will serve you a gigantic piece of ice cream cake (because you're not lactose intolerant or anything)...see how well I know you after all this time?.

Seriously though, thanks for being a wonderful husband and the best dad ever!
We love you so much!

p.s. We won our first game 1-0! Good thoughts still appreciated for the rest of the season of course :)

Coach

2009-09-04T10:28:00.000-07:00

Tonight we have our first pre-season game. If you know me, you know I am sick to my stomach with nervousness and stress. I read a book the other day that said according to my blood type I should stick to relaxing activities such as Yoga and Meditation. But, you know, those don't excite me (ie: give me stomach cramps) the way a good competitive soccer game does.

So I will wait until 5pm. It can't come soon enough, or wait, maybe it will be too soon. Either way, it will come, and we shall see what comes of it. I know we have a good team...maybe that is the issue, I have high hopes and expectations for them/us/me. Go Big or Go Home...right?.

It is so very important to me that these girls reach their full potential. Was it not just me a few short years ago (OK, maybe a couple more than that :), pulling on that uniform (with those same lovely cramps in my stomach)? And now I am the Coach, the Head Coach.

Whoa. I think I'm. going. to . be. sick.

Maybe I'll go meditate now.

Cowboy Caleb & Other Fair Antics

2009-08-28T12:52:00.000-07:00

Our annual Fair Outing was a success! We rode the bus, rode some rides, ate fair food, and of course the long awaited and talked about Mutton Bustin' took place.

Drayson's Boots
Drayson lounging...

and watching Caleb ride a pony

And now the part you all have been anxiously awaiting:

Mutton Bustin'

I'm gonna spare you the details about how Caleb chickened out right before and was having second thoughts even though we have been talking about this for a whole year! (In his defense that sheep was making some crazy noises inside the chute)! Or how Mommy bribed him with everything under the sun, while Daddy threatened him with everything under the sun :) Thank goodness there were some awesome middle school age (previously pro mutton busters) there to save the day. They talked him into 'just petting the sheep' which then progressed to 'just sitting on the sheep' which ultimately resulted in him riding that baby for almost 10 seconds and taking 5th place out of 13 riders!!

Caleb getting instruction from his new buddies

in the chute ready to go
after the big ride

some of the riders...look at our little hick :)
THE VIDEO

The only part missing from this video clip is after the rodeo clown helped Caleb out of the dirt, Caleb stood up and raised his hands to the crowd and they loved it!!! We were so proud. (I may have yelled "whoo-hoo, thata baby!" while hanging from the chute gate...more than once :)

He was so happy with himself (and more than likely will sit in front of the computer watching himself over and over and over again).

We were just relieved that he actually went without the need for physical force (and his ride was totally more than respectable...I was so afraid he was going to get tossed 2 feet from the chute).

Chip and I watched the video several times last night after we were all home and the kids were in bed--I also happen to know that Chip took the video to school with him on a flash drive so he could watch it to his heart's content today :)

I know I've said it before, but being a parent is awesome, we would be so bored without these guys!

So Long Summer, It's Been Swell!

2009-08-21T17:58:00.000-07:00

As of Monday, Summer Vacation will be 0ver! Chip will be back in his classroom for prep week and fall sports season will be officially started for me.

For our last Hoorah, Chip and I took Caleb on a "date" to Silverwood for the day. The Bug stayed behind, but was surely missed!

This was just a small part of the water park. It was massive and awesome!

Daddy & Caleb racing down the slides

The 'splash' wins it by a nose! I think Caleb needs a few more pounds to make this race fair.

The wave pool was sweet. Caleb loved it. He was diving under the waves all "Baywatch style"

Last ride of the night: Caleb's Favorite, The Log Flume

Passed out literally 30 seconds after pulling out of the parking lot
Caleb even went on some of the "big people" rides at the water park because he just made the 42" min. height requirement. He did a double tube ride inside a covered, pitch black tube with Chip and also we went on this huge 6 person round raft down a gigantic slide. The hilarious part was he was so excited to ride both of them, but then was terrified while he did it (yelling "make it stop" and "I don't like this ride"...which was real special on the huge raft because we were riding it with people we didn't know and they were looking at us like we were terrible parents :), but afterwards he was like "that was Awesome!" --4 year olds apparently don't grasp the whole "being scared for fun" concept.

Oh, and if you'd like to see a picture of Drays looking especially grown up (of course you do)...go HERE

The Bug's list of Summer Accomplishments

2009-08-16T18:12:00.000-07:00

This is my second child, so I should know. But it always surprises me....how is it that overnight it seems like they "just know things?!" Just 8 short weeks ago he didn't even know how to walk...and now, well now...

The Mama's Top 5

(followed by everything else in no particular order)

1.Makes appropriate "vrooming" & related reving noises when playing with cars, motorcycles, etc.

2.Gives "bonks"--the new universal greeting or goodbye for our family & friends. When he's not in the mood to give hugs or kisses, he gives the "bonks" which is exactly as it sounds. He "bonks" his forhead into yours. Very sweet.

3. The open-mouthed kiss, and if you're lucky he'll lick your face!

4. Covers mouth and exclaims: "ooohhhh" from the very back of his throat. When something especially exciting has happened.

5. Throws up his hands in an "I don't know" gesture and turns his head from side to side when someone asks him a question that he doesn't know the answer to or when he can't find something.

*High 5's * understands directions* "shares" * hangs from the stove handle * smiles when disciplined * wrestles his brother * throws everything in the garbage (we are pretty sure this was the fate of lovey lamb #1 & lovey giraffe #2) * kicks a soccer ball * hits puck with hockey stick * plays fetch with the dogs * says: yeah, hi, dog, dad, mom * baby signs: please, drink, all done, more*

And he really, really likes the bath. And this is him yelling at me to "put down that darn camera, stop smiling at me like a living fool, and put my rear in the tub"

Bustin' a mean move with his "boom box" (aka crazy Leap Frog toy that plays music). That would be rad if we could teach him how to hold it on his shoulder, no?

Ok, so this was a total post for posterity's sake...I'm not sure I even know exactly what that means...but I think I've heard a smart person say it in a movie before...could one of you intellectual types let me know if I indeed used this in the proper context (this would be assuming that there are 'intellectuals' that read my blog)

Enjoy a Photo Recap!

2009-08-10T21:56:00.000-07:00

Here are some pics from the past week or two. We are trying to squeeze out every last bit of summer that we have. I feel like August is almost over. This is always a bittersweet month at our house because it means Daddy has to go back to being "Mr. E" and no more lazy summer days. But Chip is usually excited to get a new year started, Caleb is stoked about another year of preschool, and I am happy to get my house back and into a routine. This fall also brings my first soccer season as "head coach" and Chipper will start his Master's program. Lots in store for the Elferings this autumn.

Caleb doing his best Crocodile Hunter impression (actually he catches bees...he now answers to the Bee Whisperer)

Showing off the new board
Drays doesn't want to be left out of course
My sis' little guy, Parker looking cute as always Daddy and boys enjoying themselves on the beach (this is how we tolerated the week of 103 temps)
Lovin' this beautiful place that we live...and my cute guys too :) Backdrops like this have me iching for a "big girl" camera!
Look close, you can see Caleb out there....just joking. Caleb chickened out and we couldn't let the perfect water go to waste so us "big kids" rode instead (this is Chipper) Drayson has been copying everything big brother does
Chipper as "super dad"-- swimming with all three boys at the Taylor's
Like I said...anything that brother does! He actually stepped off the end into the water
Megan, Pat, Chip, Mike & me looking fly at Deanna & Andy's wedding this weekend
Chip is officially old. He had his ten year reunion this weekend also. On Sunday all the football players from the State Championship team met for a "team dinner" Of course he proudly sported his Purple & White

Hot Damn, I'm married to this:

2009-08-06T23:06:00.000-07:00

Dear Kassie, Jane & John,

I nearly peed myself when I opened my email to find none other than this picture of my now husband. Thanks for the laugh.

Pure hilarity I tell ya.

Let us ponder...

a. how much hair chip has

b. his missing basketball shorts (maybe we should just count our blessings that he wasn't sporting the beloved spandex on this day?!....Jane you SO know what I am talking about)

c. why in goodness name he was allowed out of the house like this, let alone why someone obviously took the time to pose him like this, but didn't bother to mention that he might want to remove his pants...from his brain!

His response: "Babe, you know I was a baller in the 80's!"

Just a little more evidence for our CPS folder...

2009-08-03T16:52:00.000-07:00

Today I signed Caleb up for this:

Mutton Bustin' (aka riding a sheep)

This craziness will take place Thursday August 27th at the Ben Franklin Fair & Rodeo. And for those of you who will not be present to witness the event, there will be a video (I promise).

Most people take their 4 year olds to the kiddie pool...check out what we do!

2009-07-31T14:57:00.000-07:00

Remember how I mentioned on the previous post that Caleb wakeboarded with Papa KevO last weekend. Well Papa thought it would be an awesome idea to buy a "caleb size" wakeboard, so that Caleb could attempt the sport by "his-self" (Caleb still throws in a little "calebese" every once in a while).
So bright and early Monday morning KevO was checking out the perfect child size wakeboard on the Internet. * sidenote: now you must understand that my dad is not the most technologically sound man you will meet...like he can check his email, but sometimes creating an email is a feat for him. Ironically he has no problem finding things that he wants to purchase on the net...though purchasing them over the net is something he has not yet accomplished, so he still calls the 800# to place his order with a "live" person. Ok, so the wakeboard in all it's glory arrives bright and early Tuesday morning....and I'm not sure who was more excited: KevO, Caleb or Chip.
So without wasting any time we took "her" (the board) out and attempted to drown our 4 year old son in the Columbia River. The technique of teaching and explaining (to a not quite kindergarten age child) how to pull off this maneuver is a little more than we all bargained for. I will say at one point it involved Caleb body surfing like a porpoise for a good 20 yards before Uncle Trav showed off his best David Hasselhoff and leaped from the boat to save the day. When he reached Caleb floating in the frigid water of the Columbia, Caleb nonchalantly said: "Hey" like he had just been strolling down the street. And when later asked what his favorite part of the day was he said: "being pulled behind the boat!" Ha! So with Caleb beggin' for more and a couple new tricks up our sleeve, we will be back at it again tonight. Wish us luck.

The main man

MY guys
The Guions being goofy

Maybe tonight I will get some pictures of the actual wakeboarding (and when I say pictures, I really mean evidence for CPS).