That scale...
Yes, occasionally, it says what I want it to say and makes my day.
However, most of the time it fails me.
It's especially disheartening when you feel like you're having a "skinny day". You jump on there feeling good about yourself, thinking it will be a good number. Then *CRASH* *BANG* all your hopes and dreams for the day are wiped out.
Today wasn't one of those days, my feelings and the scale's numbers were accurate ( went down). Still, I fight with myself to stay away from that nasty thing. I know it disappoints me most of the time, yet I just can't stay away. Curious, I guess.
Still, whenever I see that number and it's not what I had hoped for... I tell myself this:
"It's not what the scale says that matters. What matters is how YOU feel and how YOUR CLOTHES feel." So, even though that scale may not say what I want it to, I still feel good and feel a change in the way my clothes fit. That's all that matters.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Proud Momma
Yes, all moms are proud of their kids and love them to no end...
But I love mine more! ;)
Jensen, our oldest, broke his right arm last week. Yep. Clean break across the radius just below his wrist, and his ulna was also fractured but didn't have a complete break. All for a pillow fight.
He climbed up to his top bunk to fetch his pillow so he could pummel his sister with it. On his way down, he slipped. The fall itself didn't cause the broken arm, the impact on a toy did. This talking, story-reading bear was laying there on the floor minding his own business, when this kid's arm came crashing down atop his rock-hard backpack. Surprisingly, Jensen only screamed for about 30 seconds to a minute. Daddy, as clever as he is, created a splint out of matchbox race track pieces and a towel. (Awesome job Tim! )
A few seconds later, Jensen and I were on our way to the ER. The entire ride (15-20min) he was calm, and collected... while I was on the verge of panicking. He even asked me to stop talking to him (I was trying to distract him from the arm) so he could rest. We finally arrive; they ask questions and he doesn't "feel like talking" so I give them what they need. He was so calm, I couldn't believe it. The only time he fussed was when they needed to touch the arm to check his pulse in it. Onto our suite in the ER. He became agitated while they were trying to get him to move here, turn this way, let me check this but never lost it. During the x-rays, poking, prodding, IV, he just sat there calm with the expression on his face "just get it over with so I can go home".
So, they sedated him (sleep) to try to 'set' the radius back where it was supposed to be. Seven attempts (yes 7) later they were still unsuccessful. They said that because the ulna was still intact, it made it very difficult to move the radius in place. They finally gave up and called the children's hospital for advice. He and I took an ambulance ride down there. All through that roller-coaster-like ride, he slept, and I sat there feeling so helpless looking at him while my back screamed in pain (no back support in the seat which was sideways).
The children's hospital took more x-rays and was appalled to hear that the ER didn't use any pain medication, and just sedated him for the attempts at adjusting his arm. Pain reliever helps to get the body to relax more so they can move things more easily (that's what they told me). So after waiting several hours to be in the 'safe' zone, where he could be medicated and sedated again, they set up for another attempt to set the bone in place. After three attempts, they were successful and placed a blue cast on the arm.
Jensen was so exhausted from the last 9 hours that it took him quite a while to wake up from the sedation. Finally after all that we were able to go home. I had been up for 25 hours at that point and was pretty much out of it when they explained the discharge instructions to me. Thank God for written instructions! Daddy came to pick us up and we headed home.
Over the last few days he never once complained about his arm, or anything. He was just himself. I am so in awe of the strength of that child, I mean, he's only 6! So independent, insisting on learning to do everything he did before with his 'new' arm. So proud of himself when he returned to school and realized he can still write with his right hand. Though I'm sure he's most pleased with the fact he can still play his DS.
Stacey, that girl, all I can do is shake my head when I think of her and her personality. Always willing to jump at trying new things on her own. She potty trained herself for goodness-sake! Now she's taking on so many new things. Recently decided she was going to start writing, and practice learning her ABC's. Her first try, she wrote several letters of the alphabet with ease. Now I vividly remember Jensen having difficulty with writing until just before Kindergarten. Her intellect is just amazing to me.
Her personality is what worries me though. She's pretty, she knows it. She's not like some little girls who walk around thinking they're royalty, like Disney portrays. She's very shy and modest... and oh so girlie! That mixed with Dad's personality is oh so dangerous! Very quick-witted, so expressive, and won't take any crap from anyone -- she tells it like it is! I heard her and her brother playing one day and out of the blue she goes "you better watch out for me, baby!". Now, I watch and review EVERYTHING that they read or view. I have absolutely no idea where that came from, except from her own mind.
Jake is another story in himself. It's very obvious he's intellectual. Anything mechanical, or with many parts, he will sit and examine. Always trying to figure everything out. Even people, he'll watch so carefully, you can see it in his facial expressions just how hard he's concentrating. No matter how frustrating something may be, that he cannot figure out right away, that boy will continue to p*ss himself off until he figures it out. Him learning to craw, stand, and cruise are all fine examples. He's 8 1/2 months now and loves to show off what he can do. Standing on his own, doing squats up and down with the biggest "look what i can do" expression he can muster. Earlier today, while eating breakfast, he's sitting in his chair and slowly losing interest in eating. So, I start chit-chatting with him. The whole time he's watching my mouth so carefully. I mention "da da" and his eyes light up. "hmm.. let's see if he can figure this out" I thought. So I lean forward, his eyes still on my mouth, and say slowly/deliberately "Da da". He smiled sweetly, moved his mouth a little, then stopped and stared at my mouth again. "Do it again Mom, I almost got this!" I say it again, a bigger smile he gives. He says "Da!" I smile back at him "Yea! That's it! Da da." Again, that big smirk comes across his face as if to say "ha, I got it now!" and it happens "Da da!" Ohhh! My heart swelled and I cheered "Yes! You did it! Da da!" He said it several more times, clearly proud of himself.
Now we wait for Daddy to get back home from training to show him this new skill.
Speaking of Daddy being gone, he left the day after Jensen broke his arm and the first week of school had finished. (Jensen now in 1st and Stacey in Pre-K)
Those kids didn't miss a beat. Obviously they would rather Daddy could stay home, but when I see how well they cope with such change... it makes my heart swell with pride. Jensen with his 'new' arm, starting a new school year with a new teacher. Stacey, starting school for the first time ever. Jake making great strides in physical and cognitive abilities, and suddenly no siblings to play with during the day. All of them doing so well, no acting out, nothing. Despite having routines changed, Daddy missing, all these new things going on, they continue to thrive and be happy. It's so amazing how resilient kids are!
But I love mine more! ;)
Jensen, our oldest, broke his right arm last week. Yep. Clean break across the radius just below his wrist, and his ulna was also fractured but didn't have a complete break. All for a pillow fight.
He climbed up to his top bunk to fetch his pillow so he could pummel his sister with it. On his way down, he slipped. The fall itself didn't cause the broken arm, the impact on a toy did. This talking, story-reading bear was laying there on the floor minding his own business, when this kid's arm came crashing down atop his rock-hard backpack. Surprisingly, Jensen only screamed for about 30 seconds to a minute. Daddy, as clever as he is, created a splint out of matchbox race track pieces and a towel. (Awesome job Tim! )
A few seconds later, Jensen and I were on our way to the ER. The entire ride (15-20min) he was calm, and collected... while I was on the verge of panicking. He even asked me to stop talking to him (I was trying to distract him from the arm) so he could rest. We finally arrive; they ask questions and he doesn't "feel like talking" so I give them what they need. He was so calm, I couldn't believe it. The only time he fussed was when they needed to touch the arm to check his pulse in it. Onto our suite in the ER. He became agitated while they were trying to get him to move here, turn this way, let me check this but never lost it. During the x-rays, poking, prodding, IV, he just sat there calm with the expression on his face "just get it over with so I can go home".
So, they sedated him (sleep) to try to 'set' the radius back where it was supposed to be. Seven attempts (yes 7) later they were still unsuccessful. They said that because the ulna was still intact, it made it very difficult to move the radius in place. They finally gave up and called the children's hospital for advice. He and I took an ambulance ride down there. All through that roller-coaster-like ride, he slept, and I sat there feeling so helpless looking at him while my back screamed in pain (no back support in the seat which was sideways).
The children's hospital took more x-rays and was appalled to hear that the ER didn't use any pain medication, and just sedated him for the attempts at adjusting his arm. Pain reliever helps to get the body to relax more so they can move things more easily (that's what they told me). So after waiting several hours to be in the 'safe' zone, where he could be medicated and sedated again, they set up for another attempt to set the bone in place. After three attempts, they were successful and placed a blue cast on the arm.
Jensen was so exhausted from the last 9 hours that it took him quite a while to wake up from the sedation. Finally after all that we were able to go home. I had been up for 25 hours at that point and was pretty much out of it when they explained the discharge instructions to me. Thank God for written instructions! Daddy came to pick us up and we headed home.
Over the last few days he never once complained about his arm, or anything. He was just himself. I am so in awe of the strength of that child, I mean, he's only 6! So independent, insisting on learning to do everything he did before with his 'new' arm. So proud of himself when he returned to school and realized he can still write with his right hand. Though I'm sure he's most pleased with the fact he can still play his DS.
Stacey, that girl, all I can do is shake my head when I think of her and her personality. Always willing to jump at trying new things on her own. She potty trained herself for goodness-sake! Now she's taking on so many new things. Recently decided she was going to start writing, and practice learning her ABC's. Her first try, she wrote several letters of the alphabet with ease. Now I vividly remember Jensen having difficulty with writing until just before Kindergarten. Her intellect is just amazing to me.
Her personality is what worries me though. She's pretty, she knows it. She's not like some little girls who walk around thinking they're royalty, like Disney portrays. She's very shy and modest... and oh so girlie! That mixed with Dad's personality is oh so dangerous! Very quick-witted, so expressive, and won't take any crap from anyone -- she tells it like it is! I heard her and her brother playing one day and out of the blue she goes "you better watch out for me, baby!". Now, I watch and review EVERYTHING that they read or view. I have absolutely no idea where that came from, except from her own mind.
Jake is another story in himself. It's very obvious he's intellectual. Anything mechanical, or with many parts, he will sit and examine. Always trying to figure everything out. Even people, he'll watch so carefully, you can see it in his facial expressions just how hard he's concentrating. No matter how frustrating something may be, that he cannot figure out right away, that boy will continue to p*ss himself off until he figures it out. Him learning to craw, stand, and cruise are all fine examples. He's 8 1/2 months now and loves to show off what he can do. Standing on his own, doing squats up and down with the biggest "look what i can do" expression he can muster. Earlier today, while eating breakfast, he's sitting in his chair and slowly losing interest in eating. So, I start chit-chatting with him. The whole time he's watching my mouth so carefully. I mention "da da" and his eyes light up. "hmm.. let's see if he can figure this out" I thought. So I lean forward, his eyes still on my mouth, and say slowly/deliberately "Da da". He smiled sweetly, moved his mouth a little, then stopped and stared at my mouth again. "Do it again Mom, I almost got this!" I say it again, a bigger smile he gives. He says "Da!" I smile back at him "Yea! That's it! Da da." Again, that big smirk comes across his face as if to say "ha, I got it now!" and it happens "Da da!" Ohhh! My heart swelled and I cheered "Yes! You did it! Da da!" He said it several more times, clearly proud of himself.
Now we wait for Daddy to get back home from training to show him this new skill.
Speaking of Daddy being gone, he left the day after Jensen broke his arm and the first week of school had finished. (Jensen now in 1st and Stacey in Pre-K)
Those kids didn't miss a beat. Obviously they would rather Daddy could stay home, but when I see how well they cope with such change... it makes my heart swell with pride. Jensen with his 'new' arm, starting a new school year with a new teacher. Stacey, starting school for the first time ever. Jake making great strides in physical and cognitive abilities, and suddenly no siblings to play with during the day. All of them doing so well, no acting out, nothing. Despite having routines changed, Daddy missing, all these new things going on, they continue to thrive and be happy. It's so amazing how resilient kids are!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
In this Minute #2
This didn't happen today, but was fairly recent. This is our oldest son, Jensen reading to our youngest son, Jacob.
Monday, March 28, 2011
*heart*
I love and cherish my best friend, my soldier, my hero: my husband.
Just thought I'd put that out there ;)
Just thought I'd put that out there ;)
One of Those Days
It's just one of those days.
Yesterday afternoon I got on my treadmill for an hour, with the baby in the carrier. Felt fine before and during the workout. Within 20 minutes of stopping, I started feeling terrible, running a low fever and having aches and pains all over. I went to bed early after taking some ibuprophren and got up to a nice temperature of just 98.3.
I started my day as usual, getting my oldest off to school, feeding the other two, tidying up the house. Then it hits me, again, the aches and pains... and extreme fatigue. So I took my temperature, and surprise, another fever. What gives? I don't feel anything except the aches/pains. Where is this coming from? Do you know how hard it is to take care of a 5 1/2yr old, 3 1/2yr old, and 4 month old while running a fever, and feeling like you were hit by a semi?
Now I had hoped that was all that I would have to deal with today, but no, something else had to happen. I went outside to refill the bird feeder. There were about 10 of those little guys fighting over the little bit of seed that was left, I had to give them more! As I was picking up after refilling it I glanced toward the carport and noticed some strange debris. I took a couple steps forward and saw it, a chunk of the ceiling from the carport had crashed on top of the kids' bikes. As far as I can tell, there's no damage to the bikes. No other pieces have fallen, but I can see other areas clearly bulging. I knew we had been getting a lot of rain lately, but geeze... to have this happen? Now you can clearly see into the attic and I can imagine some birds are going to find that big opening and think "hey! this would make a great nesting spot!" I was told by the landlord that he would come by this afternoon to take a look. Here it is now 5pm and still no sign of him. I have been avoiding taking a much needed nap for this fever waiting on him. If he doesn't show... UGH. The day is almost over, it can't possibly get worse, right?
On a lighter note, tomorrow I will be checking out a local gym. They said they have a military discount "it's the biggest discount we offer!". They have free childcare too. An hour to myself without hearing "waaah" or "mommy" once? Score! Hopefully their prices aren't too high and it's worth it. It would definitely give me conviction for those days where I convince myself "Oh I don't feel like working out today." -- I would get an hour to myself and we'd be paying for it, so ya I better use it!
Yesterday afternoon I got on my treadmill for an hour, with the baby in the carrier. Felt fine before and during the workout. Within 20 minutes of stopping, I started feeling terrible, running a low fever and having aches and pains all over. I went to bed early after taking some ibuprophren and got up to a nice temperature of just 98.3.
I started my day as usual, getting my oldest off to school, feeding the other two, tidying up the house. Then it hits me, again, the aches and pains... and extreme fatigue. So I took my temperature, and surprise, another fever. What gives? I don't feel anything except the aches/pains. Where is this coming from? Do you know how hard it is to take care of a 5 1/2yr old, 3 1/2yr old, and 4 month old while running a fever, and feeling like you were hit by a semi?
Now I had hoped that was all that I would have to deal with today, but no, something else had to happen. I went outside to refill the bird feeder. There were about 10 of those little guys fighting over the little bit of seed that was left, I had to give them more! As I was picking up after refilling it I glanced toward the carport and noticed some strange debris. I took a couple steps forward and saw it, a chunk of the ceiling from the carport had crashed on top of the kids' bikes. As far as I can tell, there's no damage to the bikes. No other pieces have fallen, but I can see other areas clearly bulging. I knew we had been getting a lot of rain lately, but geeze... to have this happen? Now you can clearly see into the attic and I can imagine some birds are going to find that big opening and think "hey! this would make a great nesting spot!" I was told by the landlord that he would come by this afternoon to take a look. Here it is now 5pm and still no sign of him. I have been avoiding taking a much needed nap for this fever waiting on him. If he doesn't show... UGH. The day is almost over, it can't possibly get worse, right?
On a lighter note, tomorrow I will be checking out a local gym. They said they have a military discount "it's the biggest discount we offer!". They have free childcare too. An hour to myself without hearing "waaah" or "mommy" once? Score! Hopefully their prices aren't too high and it's worth it. It would definitely give me conviction for those days where I convince myself "Oh I don't feel like working out today." -- I would get an hour to myself and we'd be paying for it, so ya I better use it!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
It's Mine!
It's my body, I want it back!
In 2009, two years after our daughter was born, I made great progress in taking it back. Lost 40 lbs and 16" off my entire body. Thank you, P90x! As you may have guessed, I stopped. I could give excuse after excuse, but it still doesn't change anything.
Today is a day of change! I may not be able to commit 100% to P90x, but I will do my best to complete at least one workout each day. If I cannot, I will get on the treadmill for a minimum of 30min -- the goal being an hour. Even if I have to have Jake in the carrier while I'm on the treadmill, I will do it. I have to! Besides, an extra 15 lbs strapped to me will burn more calories! While I was pregnant with Jake, I walked all the time on that treadmill, in the stores, etc. I knew I was toning up during that time, because even though Jake grew inside me, I didn't gain weight. So I know my body is more than capable of getting in shape!
My hips may try to stop me (labral tear and inflammation in the joints), but I need to push through. A little pain is not going to kill me, and the results of it all are much more memorable than the pain itself!
I hope that by the time TIm is back from AIT that I will not be recognizable -- must be careful not to reveal myself on skype ;) I want to be able to go hiking, bike riding, jogging, etc. without regretting it the next day.
I will not post my weight at any point. I will, however, continually update pounds lost, inches lost, interesting fitness info, yummy recipes, and any other fitness-oriented adventure.
ps. that 40 lbs and 16" was in 30 days, forgot to mention that, sorry. -03/26/11 9:35pm
In 2009, two years after our daughter was born, I made great progress in taking it back. Lost 40 lbs and 16" off my entire body. Thank you, P90x! As you may have guessed, I stopped. I could give excuse after excuse, but it still doesn't change anything.
Today is a day of change! I may not be able to commit 100% to P90x, but I will do my best to complete at least one workout each day. If I cannot, I will get on the treadmill for a minimum of 30min -- the goal being an hour. Even if I have to have Jake in the carrier while I'm on the treadmill, I will do it. I have to! Besides, an extra 15 lbs strapped to me will burn more calories! While I was pregnant with Jake, I walked all the time on that treadmill, in the stores, etc. I knew I was toning up during that time, because even though Jake grew inside me, I didn't gain weight. So I know my body is more than capable of getting in shape!
My hips may try to stop me (labral tear and inflammation in the joints), but I need to push through. A little pain is not going to kill me, and the results of it all are much more memorable than the pain itself!
I hope that by the time TIm is back from AIT that I will not be recognizable -- must be careful not to reveal myself on skype ;) I want to be able to go hiking, bike riding, jogging, etc. without regretting it the next day.
I will not post my weight at any point. I will, however, continually update pounds lost, inches lost, interesting fitness info, yummy recipes, and any other fitness-oriented adventure.
ps. that 40 lbs and 16" was in 30 days, forgot to mention that, sorry. -03/26/11 9:35pm
In this Minute #1
A random moment captured with the camera that was just too precious to keep to myself.
Caillou and Stacey basking in the morning sun
Friday, March 25, 2011
So we meet again
I thought I had escaped exhaustion, leaving it far behind me, with Jacob's first week after his birth. Nope, it's back again. Though this time, I can't place all the blame on just Jake, or all three kids for that matter. The blame belongs mostly to me, with a little help from a teething Jake.
Since Jake's birth, I had been going to bed shortly after the other two kids went. Lately, I've been staying up late. Enjoying my alone time, my peace and quiet. Too bad my body wears out quickly with only 5 hours of sleep each night. I'm sad, mad, and frustrated. With Tim's schedule, I stay up very late some nights, just to get a little more time with him. That combined with a baby who wakes up twice as much as he used to... and you've got a very tired and cranky mom.
It's not a pretty site when I become sleep-deprived. I walk around in a fog, disoriented, irritable, irrational, and well... "duhhhhh". It's impossible to think straight, or carry out one task completely. I feel like I could fall asleep any minute, and am often fighting to keep my eyes open while doing housework, etc. It's almost like I'm sleep walking.
Just call me Zombie Mom!
So in a little bit, I'll be sending the kids to bed. Guess what? I'm going to go too! Sorry Tim, I would LOVE to stay up late just to spend time with you, but I really need some sleep. I know you'll understand. I just hope our Shepherd doesn't get lonesome and start tearing stuff up because of the sudden lack of attention. She tends to do that when we go out, so there's this 'procedure' that's done every time we leave to go somewhere, to make sure there's nothing within her reach to destroy. But that's a story for another time.
Since Jake's birth, I had been going to bed shortly after the other two kids went. Lately, I've been staying up late. Enjoying my alone time, my peace and quiet. Too bad my body wears out quickly with only 5 hours of sleep each night. I'm sad, mad, and frustrated. With Tim's schedule, I stay up very late some nights, just to get a little more time with him. That combined with a baby who wakes up twice as much as he used to... and you've got a very tired and cranky mom.
It's not a pretty site when I become sleep-deprived. I walk around in a fog, disoriented, irritable, irrational, and well... "duhhhhh". It's impossible to think straight, or carry out one task completely. I feel like I could fall asleep any minute, and am often fighting to keep my eyes open while doing housework, etc. It's almost like I'm sleep walking.
Just call me Zombie Mom!
So in a little bit, I'll be sending the kids to bed. Guess what? I'm going to go too! Sorry Tim, I would LOVE to stay up late just to spend time with you, but I really need some sleep. I know you'll understand. I just hope our Shepherd doesn't get lonesome and start tearing stuff up because of the sudden lack of attention. She tends to do that when we go out, so there's this 'procedure' that's done every time we leave to go somewhere, to make sure there's nothing within her reach to destroy. But that's a story for another time.
Interview With the Kids
1. What is something mom always says to you?
Jensen: get ready for school
Stacey: Umm push the button
2. What makes mom happy?
Jensen: cleaning up and being good
Stacey: When I clean up
3. What makes mom sad?
Jensen: when I don’t listen
Stacey: When I hit somebody
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
Jensen: make funny noises
Stacey: umm talk
5. What was your mom like as a child?
Jensen: a girl
Stacey: peanut butter bread, and play with toys
6. How old is your mom?
Jensen: 26
Stacey: 5, like Jensen is.
7. How tall is your mom?
Jensen: seven inches
Stacey: Right here (showing her hand about 6” above her head)
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
Jensen: go on the computer
Stacey: make a garden with flowers
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
Jensen: play with Stacey
Stacey: give Jake a bottle, and vacuum the floor
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
Jensen: for reading books
Stacey: because you went at Kroger
11. What is your mom really good at?
Jensen: games
Stacey: making a sandbox
12. What is your mom not very good at?
Jensen: eating lots of candy
Stacey: umm… can’t cut the trees. Our trees are really really big!
13. What does your mom do for a job?
Jensen: taking care of Jake
Stacey: make flowers, and feed the birds
14.What is your mom's favorite food?
Jensen: bananas
Stacey: soup
15.What makes you proud of your mom?
Jensen: letting me do fun things
Stacey: give me candy
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Jensen: Sandy Cheeks
Stacey: Dora, cuz she’s a girl
17. What do you and your mom do together?
Jensen: help each other clean up
Stacey: go bye bye to Kroger
Jake: ooh ooooh ahhhh
18. How are you and your mom the same?
Jensen: we both go on the computer
Stacey: we pick up toys
19. How are you and your mom different?
Jensen: I play in the sandbox, you don’t
Stacey: you can drive the car and I cannot
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
Jensen: we watch tv together
Stacey: you kiss me and hug me
21. What does your mom like most about your dad?
Jensen: when he’s nice
Stacey: Daddy can fix things
22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
Jensen: target
Stacey: at the doctor
23. What do you like most about your mom?
Jensen: when you let me go outside
Stacey: when you buy some yogurt
24. What do you like least about your mom?
Jensen: when you put me in my room for not listening
Stacey: when you bring me for shots
25. Is there anything else you'd like to share about your mom?
Jensen: I love you
Stacey: I like it when you wake up
Jake: aaahh ah ahhh oooh
Stacey: Umm push the button
2. What makes mom happy?
Jensen: cleaning up and being good
Stacey: When I clean up
3. What makes mom sad?
Jensen: when I don’t listen
Stacey: When I hit somebody
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
Jensen: make funny noises
Stacey: umm talk
5. What was your mom like as a child?
Jensen: a girl
Stacey: peanut butter bread, and play with toys
6. How old is your mom?
Jensen: 26
Stacey: 5, like Jensen is.
7. How tall is your mom?
Jensen: seven inches
Stacey: Right here (showing her hand about 6” above her head)
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
Jensen: go on the computer
Stacey: make a garden with flowers
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
Jensen: play with Stacey
Stacey: give Jake a bottle, and vacuum the floor
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
Jensen: for reading books
Stacey: because you went at Kroger
11. What is your mom really good at?
Jensen: games
Stacey: making a sandbox
12. What is your mom not very good at?
Jensen: eating lots of candy
Stacey: umm… can’t cut the trees. Our trees are really really big!
13. What does your mom do for a job?
Jensen: taking care of Jake
Stacey: make flowers, and feed the birds
14.What is your mom's favorite food?
Jensen: bananas
Stacey: soup
15.What makes you proud of your mom?
Jensen: letting me do fun things
Stacey: give me candy
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Jensen: Sandy Cheeks
Stacey: Dora, cuz she’s a girl
17. What do you and your mom do together?
Jensen: help each other clean up
Stacey: go bye bye to Kroger
Jake: ooh ooooh ahhhh
18. How are you and your mom the same?
Jensen: we both go on the computer
Stacey: we pick up toys
19. How are you and your mom different?
Jensen: I play in the sandbox, you don’t
Stacey: you can drive the car and I cannot
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
Jensen: we watch tv together
Stacey: you kiss me and hug me
21. What does your mom like most about your dad?
Jensen: when he’s nice
Stacey: Daddy can fix things
22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
Jensen: target
Stacey: at the doctor
23. What do you like most about your mom?
Jensen: when you let me go outside
Stacey: when you buy some yogurt
24. What do you like least about your mom?
Jensen: when you put me in my room for not listening
Stacey: when you bring me for shots
25. Is there anything else you'd like to share about your mom?
Jensen: I love you
Stacey: I like it when you wake up
Jake: aaahh ah ahhh oooh
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Thought Processes
Changing the way I think is something I'm working diligently to improve. How I behave, perceive, and respond around my children and most importantly, my husband needs to change. I know nobody's perfect, but I have noticed I am turning into a "downer" and am even to the point of annoying myself.
One example of such change: There is a rather large mess of blocks on the floor, thank you Stacey. She's three by the way. The 'normal' thought process: "ugh what a mess! she knows not to leave all these blocks on the floor!" The average response? "Come pick up these blocks!" Where does that get you? For the most part, a very reluctant child, even if they are done playing.
Now I take a breath and think about why the blocks are there. Stacey was playing with those blocks because she felt creative inspiration, during her build, she constantly showed me how proud she was of her creations and discussed her ideas for future builds. I would make suggestions, and comment on her work. She loved the feedback. Those blocks are there to help her develop her creativity, not to annoy me. So, my new response? "Stacey, you made some very nice things with your blocks today. I really liked the way you arranged all the square ones on the 'grass' piece. Now that you're done, you should put them away, so none get lost and you can find them next time you want to play with your blocks." Her response? She told me that "I will build the blocks onto the car so they can park in the bin and be safe. The car will save them." Yes, this will be a slow process, but she IS cleaning them up without any fuss. I'll take what I can get to avoid unnecessary battles.
Just stopping to think WHY something is the way it is, or why someone would say/do something makes a big difference in how you perceive it.
For example: Why would my husband leave his socks lying around in the most random places? Not so he can watch me pick them up and laugh to himself (though he may stare at my ass), not to cause more work for me. He does it because he is tired from a long day, and it feels absolutely awesome to take off socks you've been sweating in all day long. It's his "release" from it all. So I'll happily pick them up, knowing my man is comfortable and happy to be home spending time with me and our children.
I honestly cannot wait for my sexy man to be back, so I can pick up his socks again!
This was my first blog post. It may be boring to some, but it is voicing what is on my mind and what means a lot to me. So, if you do comment, please do so while leaving out any negativity.
One example of such change: There is a rather large mess of blocks on the floor, thank you Stacey. She's three by the way. The 'normal' thought process: "ugh what a mess! she knows not to leave all these blocks on the floor!" The average response? "Come pick up these blocks!" Where does that get you? For the most part, a very reluctant child, even if they are done playing.
Now I take a breath and think about why the blocks are there. Stacey was playing with those blocks because she felt creative inspiration, during her build, she constantly showed me how proud she was of her creations and discussed her ideas for future builds. I would make suggestions, and comment on her work. She loved the feedback. Those blocks are there to help her develop her creativity, not to annoy me. So, my new response? "Stacey, you made some very nice things with your blocks today. I really liked the way you arranged all the square ones on the 'grass' piece. Now that you're done, you should put them away, so none get lost and you can find them next time you want to play with your blocks." Her response? She told me that "I will build the blocks onto the car so they can park in the bin and be safe. The car will save them." Yes, this will be a slow process, but she IS cleaning them up without any fuss. I'll take what I can get to avoid unnecessary battles.
Just stopping to think WHY something is the way it is, or why someone would say/do something makes a big difference in how you perceive it.
For example: Why would my husband leave his socks lying around in the most random places? Not so he can watch me pick them up and laugh to himself (though he may stare at my ass), not to cause more work for me. He does it because he is tired from a long day, and it feels absolutely awesome to take off socks you've been sweating in all day long. It's his "release" from it all. So I'll happily pick them up, knowing my man is comfortable and happy to be home spending time with me and our children.
I honestly cannot wait for my sexy man to be back, so I can pick up his socks again!
This was my first blog post. It may be boring to some, but it is voicing what is on my mind and what means a lot to me. So, if you do comment, please do so while leaving out any negativity.
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