I love Autumn

June 30, 2008

Yes, I love that season, perhaps even more than spring… But that’s not what I’m talking about.

I have an 11y.o. neighbor named Autumn, and I LOVE her! Everyone with three little kids needs an Autumn in their life. She was baptised into our church about a month ago, which is how I met her, and she comes over all the time to play. Well, to play with my kids anyway. She cleans up after them, thinks of creative games to do with them, and *doesn’t like movies*! (in fact, she’s currently playing cherades w/ Cinderella.)

(Hanging from the tree was Autumn’s idea @ that photo shoot with “Zannie”)

I take her with me shopping & she helps keep track of the kids. I ‘specially love it when I have a quick errand to run, and can leave the kids in the car with her. The post office is a much much more pleasant place to go when you don’t have to be constantly saying, “No, you can’t have that. Put it back. Nonono! Don’t bend it! ACK! Get off of there!…” etc.

After three weeks with her being “my” kid that sleeps somewhere else, I really don’t know what I’d do w/o her.


Not as young as I used to be…

June 25, 2008

Last night John & I were up ’til midnight writing essays for the Guideposts Magazine contest. It brought back great memories of final projects and term papers… Oh, the good old days! I sent the paper in at 11:52pm; I only hope it gets time-stamped with MY time zone, not theirs. :/

At any rate, it was fun to write and it was fun to have a deadline to meet. What a rush! I write my best work under pressure like that. But oh dear oh dear, it was hard to get up this morning. I’m pretty sure it’s not my age as much as the number of children we have that sucks the life out of me. Ergh.

Uh-oh. Here comes Devin, up from a nap.

Ooh, cranky. Nice. Won’t get to add any more here today, methinks.


June 25, 2008

Guess what world!
Devin is officially potty-training!

Wonder of wonders, the little (okay, he’s not really so little) tyke can pee on command.

And when he does, he gets a Toy Story sticker on his potty chart. He thinks it’s cool. So do I!

Tonight before the bedtime routine I asked him if he needed to go. He said no – but I knew otherwise. Don’t ask me how – it must be a mom thing. I just know. So I decided to see if he just needed some company.

“Mommy needs to go too. Let’s go!”

His reply:
“Mommy has cha(w)rt too? Okay!”


Fridge Locks…

June 24, 2008

… don’t work. At least, not for keeping children out of the fridge. We haven’t even had it on for a week and Cinderella figured it out. Which means that Devin has access, too, as long as sister is around. (Dangit.)

It will, however, keep Evan out. Especially since he can’t even sit up on his own yet.

What else noteworthy has happened lately? Well…

Evan found his feet and thinks they’re great.
Devin is making steps toward giving up diapers. (YES!!!!!)
Cinderella let me fix her hair two days in a row. Sort of.
Last night for Family Night we read a story out of The Friend —
and the kids acted it out as I read it. What a kick! They’re so funny. “Whay aoy my dwumsticks, Sistoy?

Mommy has resigned herself to starting flylady over again. I had a groove going in Washington and completely lost it with the move last year. After floundering through pregnancy and now learning to mommy three kids, it has been determined that the “I think I know what I’m doing I’ve done this before” hasn’t worked. So…. back to square one. My sink is shiny and I’m on -what?- day three of her steps.
Go me. (Rolling eyes…)

Wouldn’t it be fun if I could do before/after pictures? That would be great. BUT I STILL DON’T HAVE A CAMERA!~ 😦 Such a sad, sad, sad thing. We’re still mourning the loss.

Pen Head

June 23, 2008

Devin has a gift for taking pens apart, and he loves doing it. 50/50 chance they’ll get put back together with all pieces in tact.

Well, yesterday when our home teachers were over he set a new record. John let Devin have his “church pen” from the pocket of his white shirt.

“Don’t break it, Devin.”

“Okay. Me won’t bwake it.”

In less than a minute – no joke! – he took it apart, put it back together, and gave it back — without the pen tip. How in the world did he get the very tip off? (the metal part you have to have to write with) And where did it go? Amazing.

He does have a suspicious looking blue shmear of ink leading up to his hairline… Evidently the dirty dead was done using his forehead.

His gift is our loss.

I Hate Gardening

June 20, 2008

The huge problem with gardening in a desert is how miserably hot it gets during the day. I used to hate-hate-hate yardwork, and this year I was hoping it would magically change.
I hate working in the hot sun as much as I ever did, even as a grownup with a longing to follow prophetic counsel — okay, and a strong desire to NOT pay a million dollars @ the grocers for fresh organic produce, too. After a few weeks of occassionally poking dirt around in hot hot sun I finally figured out it wasn’t going to happen. Nope. I’m just not cut out for hot weather – it sucks the life clean outa me, leaving me cranky and weak.

I decided over the weekend to just grit my teeth and bear it, for by dingo I WILL have a garden this year… And the only way it’s going to happen is if I just DO it. So first thing in the morning, even before breakfast, I threw grungies on and recovered the weakling tomato plants that had been overgrown with weeds. How convenient that the abundant weeds caught dew and had watered & sheltered said tomatoes for me! So that’s how they survived w/o any attention these past few weeks. Cool.

And speaking of cool, in a desert sheltered a bit by mountains, it’s not blazing hot outside at 7am. Who’d ‘ave thought?! Weeding during the crisp, cheerful morning shade wasn’t quite the same as weeding in hot, sweaty sunshine.

That was Monday. I spent the whole day quite pleased with myself for having accomplished the most ornery of tasks before my family had breakfast. John thought there was something wrong with me. I rarely (if ever) get up at the same time as him. Crazy.

Tuesday it didn’t happen because I had breakfast first, showered, had children to feed & clothe, fights to break up, a baby to nurse… and then it was hot out. Yuck. As noted before, I don’t do hot.

As I was dealing with the morning “stuff” I found I missed that quiet time digging in the dirt. What was wrong with me?

Wednesday came and I hurried — did I say hurry? yup, I did — out of bed so I could reclaim more garden space. As I struggled to get roots out with my bare hands, I felt like the Queen of the Dirt, Master of this grey sheetrock called the ground. Did I find myself actually enjoying this?

Thursday it was undeniably true. I (cough cough) like it. Don’t tell anyone, I still can’t believe it myself. Strong evidence that miracles never cease. Today it was confirmed by my hopping out of bed, again more interested in conquering the southeast corner of our yard than in filling an empty tummy.


I shall therefore update the title of this post. I don’t hate gardening. I like it. All I had to do was get up earlier and the Lord changed my heart. What I really hate is hot weather. We’ll see if the Lord will change that over time, too.

Or maybe we’ll just move back to Washington someday so He won’t have to.

Stage the happy moments!

June 20, 2008

Know what’s funny?

It used to really bother me that my stubborn, independant kids don’t love me all the time. Something about bringing a kid into the world makes a woman think she’s earned the right to unwavering love and devotion.

Not reality.

Reality is, they kick and squirm and cause you pain just as much on the outside as they did on the inside. Sometimes it seems the only difference is that outside they can yell at you, too.

But there are also sweet sticky kisses, spontaneous shows of affection, and those glorious moments when you catch them doing something you’ve been trying to teach. (Like the times Cinderella has -all on her own- prayed for Devin during times of his distress. Sunscreen in the eyes, for instance.)

After 4 years I’ve finally learned to relish those happy moments, savor them as long as they’ll last, and forgive the growing pains. I’m a little slow on the uptake, but I’m starting to try and stage happy moments… shh! Don’t tell them I do it on purpose!

Like one night (insert evil chuckling) when John was out with the Bishopric @ YW camp, I’d dutifully put the kids to bed at their proper early time. (6:30) They were tucked in, had come untucked (they usually do when it’s not the DAD figure putting them to bed), and been sent back again when I thought -hey! Why not?!

Much to their surprise and delight I went up and untucked them myself so we could all watch Barbie Nutcracker together. (Gasp!) It’s a short one, they were back in bed by 8pm like normal American kids, hopefully they’ll sleep the better for it. And I now have a sweet memory of being nestled between two little redheads telling me how much they love me.