Partying for Partying’s Sake

Nicky has been wanting to have a party since this past summer when he read the book “Monster Party”. When I’m in the office he comes in and starts drawing on paper saying he’s making invitations.

Finally, a few days after Christmas he mentioned a party and I thought, “why not?” We have ready made party guests in the form of a bazillion cousins so not a lot of work has to go into preparation and they don’t need a lot of notice. So I decided to invite my sisters and their kids over for a pizza party.

I just made a ton of pizza dough and kept churning them out (kids can eat A LOT of pizza).

The only real work was the cake, and I took that on because I wanted to, not because I felt I needed to. I want to practice making fun cakes. After Christmas and this party I’m going on a sugar fast….starting Monday. J

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Reading, Writing, Resolutions

Welcome, 2019.

2018 wasn’t a bad year for me, we moved to a bigger house, nicer neighborhood; we got a minivan, I enjoy my calling at church, my relationship with my family is good. Nothing catastrophic happened. It had its ups and downs and self pity moments but I think every year will have that sprinkled throughout. So I’m not running away from 2018 and slamming the door shut behind me – but I do love fresh starts even if there’s nothing I’m trying to erase and forget.

That being said, here are my 2019 goals. I have to point out that yes, there are ten goals again (I didn’t do that last year) but that wasn’t completely on purpose, though I did scratch out a goal because 11 seemed weird.

  1. Read 30 books (3 on writing; 3 church)
  2. Query 5 agents by the end of the year
    • Edit first draft
    • Write query letter
    • BETA readers
  3. Journal once a week
  4. Keep up with the new church curriculum
    • Hold Family Home Evening once a week
    • Share my testimony more
  5. Send birthday cards to family
  6. 12 dates with Matt
  7. Go to the temple at least once
  8. Budget better
    • Stick to the shopping list and come in under budget
    • Re-evaluate wants vs needs
  9. Get fit/eat better/stretch
  10. Organize the house (we have more space but feel just as cramped sometimes…it’s all in how we use the space).

Things I never thought I’d say -Part 2

Since the year is almost over I figured I would go ahead and publish this post I’ve been randomly adding things to. I’ll be honest, I forgot this list most of the year so it’s a little shorter than the real life things that have come out of my mouth since becoming a mom. But here is the list of things I remembered to write down.

  • I’m so sorry my child’s poo got on you.
  • I really just want to be able to stay in Sunday school the whole time.
  • You cannot squish people with the door.
  • Deodorant’s not for eating
  • Here, you can play with the gun. (Toy gun)
  • Don’t blow your nose on my pants.
  • You can’t knock on the baby’s head!
  • Get that out of your butt crack!
  • I can’t wait until we get a minivan
  • You can’t take other people’s moms, we’ve talked about this
  • You can’t drag your sister!
  • Don’t kiss the cat’s butt
  • Just use your shirt to wipe it
  • Don’t lick the floor

It’s Official – I’m a Pageant Mom

So update on the pageant: Nicky participated! It may have helped that I said there would be a cookie feast for everyone who sings. It could also be because, even though he doesn’t sing, he’s had preparation and is fine to stand there.

He was the cutest little sheep. And I liked that he didn’t sing, made it humorous and entertaining. After the pageant they had the reception which was basically a cookie feast as I described. I even gave Nicky some punch but he said it was “too hot”. I took a sip, I think it was the bubbliness of the soda. Which I get – it’s why I don’t drink soda. They had Santa there and Nicky even sat on his lap and didn’t cry! In fact, as he was being helped on to Santa’s lap he already started to tell him what he wanted for Christmas (a puzzle like mommy’s). All-in-all it was a very good day.

Attitude of Gratitude

“It is difficult to develop a spirit of gratitude if our thankfulness is only proportional to the number of blessings we can count. True, it is important to frequently “count our blessings”–and anyone who has tried this knows there are many–but I don’t believe the Lord expects us to be less thankful in times of trial than in times of abundance and ease. In fact, most of the scriptural references do not speak of gratitude for things but rather suggest an overall spirit or attitude of gratitude.” President Uchtdorf, “Grateful in Any Circumstance“, April 2014)

I feel as though I already did a post about gratitude a few weeks ago when I decided I needed an attitude adjustment but I figure you can’t have too much gratitude and I wanted to share an experience that I had.

First off, something you should know about me. One of my favorite things in autumn is when leaves fall in a giant clump, like a little snow storm of leaves. Because they’re light, they slowly drift to the ground in yellows, reds, oranges, and even browns and for whatever reason it makes me heart happy.

Now to my story. We’ve been trying to get pregnant for several months now. Since we got pregnant the first two times almost as soon as we decided we were ready for a baby, we took for granted that the same thing wouldn’t happen this time around. Unfortunately, month after month we find we are not pregnant. It’s been frustrating and heartbreaking.

Tuesday was another one of those days where I’m not pregnant and I wonder if maybe it’s just not meant to be or maybe we’re just no longer able to have kids. And I get depressed but then I think of friends who have been trying longer to get pregnant with no success, or those who have miscarried, or those who don’t have any kids. And then I remind myself that it wasn’t that long ago that I didn’t even think I’d be married, much less have two kids. And then I reminded myself that I don’t know what’s in store for me and for my family and maybe there’s a reason we didn’t get pregnant on our schedule.

So I started praying, because I don’t want to just keep trying forever until I get pregnant (I’m not as young as I used to be) but I didn’t want to say, “God, I’ll give you until such and such date and it’d better happen by then or it’s not happening” because I wouldn’t have done that when I was single and praying about how I hoped I wouldn’t be alone the rest of my life.

Anyway – long story a little shorter, I prayed, I cried, prayed some more and felt peace. Then my husband came into the room and could tell I had been crying and he put his arms around me and let me cry some more because I’m not pregnant and not preparing to be sick all the time and gain a bunch of weight. Then he made me laugh…a lot.

Later I was headed to the library with the kiddos and the leaves rained down from the sky, the sun shining and the scene around me so quintessentially autumnal and a deep sense of gratitude replaced heartache. It was like God saying, “I’m sorry you’re sad, but here’s something I know you like. Hope it helps.”

And it did.

Although life isn’t exactly how I planned for it to be right now, I have so much to be grateful for and I’m indeed grateful to have my husband who lets me cry but also knows how to pull me out of it and get me laughing. And a Heavenly Father who makes the leaves fall just as I’m driving under them because it always makes me happy.

Gray’s Anatomy

After reading some parenting articles that popped into my inbox via BabyCenter and WhatToExpect, I decided to use the proper words for body parts rather than cutesy nicknames that will save me from some embarrassment.

So when Nicky points at his particulars and asks me what it is I tell him it’s his penis (I feel dirty just writing it). He repeats the word after me like he’s been doing with new words for a while now.

I live in constant fear of him yelling it out in the middle of church.

It’s been over a week since the last time he asked. So this morning as I’m getting Nicky dressed he points at my waist and says, “mommy’s penis” I explain that only boys have them (so I’d appreciate he not tell people I have one).” Then, because this kid really knows how to hurt me he says, “mommy’s mustache.”

….

So I tell him that when a woman has a mustache we don’t say anything about it.

I don’t have one btw.

After getting dressed he wants to play with play dough. I pull out all the green play dough and start to roll it into a cylinder which yesterday, he was calling “capeeshes”. So I thought I was making a big capeesh for him and he yells out, “a big penis!”

Capeeshes

And now he’s asking me to make the play dough into a big penis.

When did my life get so inappropriate?

This is why we can’t have nice things

I love peanut butter.

I just wanted to say that before I went off on it.

I always find it on my pants. Sometimes my shirts, but usually my pants. It’s become an accessory several times a week. I don’t own that many pairs of jeans, mostly because I’m losing weight so I don’t want to stock up on pants that won’t fit me for long.

Sometimes I know the peanut butter is there because toddler man mouths my leg after eating some. Sometimes I find it later, I look down and there it is, about the height of the kitchen table because someone decided peanut butter makes excellent paint (and it kind of does).

It’s kind of gotten to the point where I’m not so careful when I eat anymore. The food on the kitchen floor doesn’t always come from the toddler in the room, why should it? I have to clean it up no matter who makes the mess and there’s always going to be something to clean up…so why try so hard?

Toddlers may be messy – but they sure are fun. So for now I’ll deal with the peanut butter and all the other little messes and I’ll try to be more put together and clean when I’m older.