So baby #4 is another boy! And I am delighted! Not that I would hate a girl baby, I just fear girls. I was one (or I am one), and I was not easy on my mom. But anyway.
We are excited, the boys especially. Q specifically said, "at first I wanted a sister, but then I figured something out. You have to play girl things with girls, and I don't want to do that. Like, tea party and dolls." I laughed at that. I do have pipe dreams of watching all my men play hockey in the driveway, and dragging everyone to every one's sporting events. I can't wait!
We do not have a name. We won't have a name. Cause you know how Scott is. I will wait for him to come down from the mount with a perfect name about 2 days after this baby is born. I did tell him though, the name HAS to end with a letter 'n' cause we can't have 3 with 'n' ending names and then a Bob, Fred, or Jehosephat. People will just know we gave up! Haha.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
DIY Without Divorce
About a month ago, we received Scotts February issue of Handyman Magazine. I happen to love this magazine. There are "great goofs" on the back page, where people write in about the dumb things they've done while diy'ing. Its funny, but not my point here.
Well, in February's issue, one of the main title's read "DIY Without Divorce". I laughed. It had all sorts of suggestions from readers and experts on how to avoid fighting while working on construction projects around the house. Some of them were funny. There is always one guy that just says, "Learn how to say 'yes dear' and give your wife whatever she wants." I hate that. But anyway. It was quite appropriate timing. We are in the midst of some DIY projects here. Like every weekend, something is on Scott's list. This past weekend was the kitchen.
Initially, we intended to redo the entire kitchen, like gut it and start over with new cabinets and granite counter top, new light fixtures and the like. Well, after shelling out a ton of cash in December for a new furnace and not getting as much back as we thought for our tax return (yes we already have it!!Thank you free turbo tax online!), we have had to re-think our kitchen makeover.
The thing about DIY that brings me to fight with Scott, is the decision making processes, and the multiple trips to Home Depot to pick out materials. I hate this job with a passion. In fact, speaking of passion, we did this very event on Valentine's Day with all three kids in tow. It was enough to want to make my head explode. At least I was rewarded with Chinese food later! After that, I told Scott I didn't want to be involved in anymore decisions. Seriously, I didn't want to pick out the hardware or grout color or whatever. I was done! So my man took over and wouldn't even let me see his choices.
This weekend Scott scrapped up the old tile floor which was pink, and put down a new one and re-painted the cabinets, and put in new pulls and knobs. Easy, he thought, and I thought. Something that could be accomplished rather quickly. HA! Wrong. Because we have a small house and 3 kids and actually need use of a kitchen, I had to vacate the premises for the weekend to let him get it done. And he did a great job, worked his butt off. My least favorite part of doing it yourself, is the clean up aspect (mainly cause its my job to do that), and that Scott works so hard I feel guilty. Cause while at my mom's this weekend, I didn't have to cook, and clean up and I got to go out for dinner with a friend!. It was nice, but the guilt sets in later.
It turns out, ripping up a tile floor is seriously labor intensive and installing one, equally intensive. I guess that's why people get charged thousands of dollars for the installation of one, when the tiles aren't that expensive. Scott has claimed he will never do it again. I returned home to this, and a house COVERED in dust. Its everywhere, in the bedrooms, on all the dishes and floors. And the dust in the kitchen doesn't come off cause it has mixed with the layer of greese and has to be washed off of everything. We will be getting a granite counter top and maybe a new back splash, but I'm feeling we won't do that cause I think Scott is over tiling.
On a positive note, the cabinets look nice and the floor looks awesome. But its not done, and I have to vacate with the kids AGAIN. Which sucks, even though I had an OK time this last time. The problem is, that J doesn't sleep well when we are away and its always a tough time for him at night, and i worry he'll wake the whole house.
And on a side note: we have our big ultrasound tonight to see what type of baby dwells in my uterus. I'm praying all is healthy with this baby. I always fear the worst with this. I will keep you posted.
Well, in February's issue, one of the main title's read "DIY Without Divorce". I laughed. It had all sorts of suggestions from readers and experts on how to avoid fighting while working on construction projects around the house. Some of them were funny. There is always one guy that just says, "Learn how to say 'yes dear' and give your wife whatever she wants." I hate that. But anyway. It was quite appropriate timing. We are in the midst of some DIY projects here. Like every weekend, something is on Scott's list. This past weekend was the kitchen.
Initially, we intended to redo the entire kitchen, like gut it and start over with new cabinets and granite counter top, new light fixtures and the like. Well, after shelling out a ton of cash in December for a new furnace and not getting as much back as we thought for our tax return (yes we already have it!!Thank you free turbo tax online!), we have had to re-think our kitchen makeover.
The thing about DIY that brings me to fight with Scott, is the decision making processes, and the multiple trips to Home Depot to pick out materials. I hate this job with a passion. In fact, speaking of passion, we did this very event on Valentine's Day with all three kids in tow. It was enough to want to make my head explode. At least I was rewarded with Chinese food later! After that, I told Scott I didn't want to be involved in anymore decisions. Seriously, I didn't want to pick out the hardware or grout color or whatever. I was done! So my man took over and wouldn't even let me see his choices.
This weekend Scott scrapped up the old tile floor which was pink, and put down a new one and re-painted the cabinets, and put in new pulls and knobs. Easy, he thought, and I thought. Something that could be accomplished rather quickly. HA! Wrong. Because we have a small house and 3 kids and actually need use of a kitchen, I had to vacate the premises for the weekend to let him get it done. And he did a great job, worked his butt off. My least favorite part of doing it yourself, is the clean up aspect (mainly cause its my job to do that), and that Scott works so hard I feel guilty. Cause while at my mom's this weekend, I didn't have to cook, and clean up and I got to go out for dinner with a friend!. It was nice, but the guilt sets in later.
It turns out, ripping up a tile floor is seriously labor intensive and installing one, equally intensive. I guess that's why people get charged thousands of dollars for the installation of one, when the tiles aren't that expensive. Scott has claimed he will never do it again. I returned home to this, and a house COVERED in dust. Its everywhere, in the bedrooms, on all the dishes and floors. And the dust in the kitchen doesn't come off cause it has mixed with the layer of greese and has to be washed off of everything. We will be getting a granite counter top and maybe a new back splash, but I'm feeling we won't do that cause I think Scott is over tiling.
On a positive note, the cabinets look nice and the floor looks awesome. But its not done, and I have to vacate with the kids AGAIN. Which sucks, even though I had an OK time this last time. The problem is, that J doesn't sleep well when we are away and its always a tough time for him at night, and i worry he'll wake the whole house.
And on a side note: we have our big ultrasound tonight to see what type of baby dwells in my uterus. I'm praying all is healthy with this baby. I always fear the worst with this. I will keep you posted.
Monday, February 6, 2012
I've been busy.
I've been up to my eyes in poo. Really. I'll spare you the details. But 2 out of 5 of our immediate family members have been to the E.R. for i.v. fluids and its been so fun!
When B recovers from any illness, he is a bear. Truly. Scott and I both want to hang him by his toenails. Thankfully he is a cute thing, and must know that he's being a tush pain and when he does this, he's always randomly coming up to me "Mama, I want to kiss you. Or I want to sit in your lap."
J has been sick for a week. He has also been a very laid back, easy going thing while sick. After getting fluids on Saturday though, he's back to himself and scratching and hitting and not easily entertained. But I'm thankful the little devil in him is back. It was sad seeing him so peaceful and calm. LOL.
He still has symptoms of the stomach bug, and now has croup on top of it, but he's happier. So I"ll take it.
Next week I'll be writing about my 10 day long vacation to some place warm and tropical which I will take without permission and go by-myself.
When B recovers from any illness, he is a bear. Truly. Scott and I both want to hang him by his toenails. Thankfully he is a cute thing, and must know that he's being a tush pain and when he does this, he's always randomly coming up to me "Mama, I want to kiss you. Or I want to sit in your lap."
J has been sick for a week. He has also been a very laid back, easy going thing while sick. After getting fluids on Saturday though, he's back to himself and scratching and hitting and not easily entertained. But I'm thankful the little devil in him is back. It was sad seeing him so peaceful and calm. LOL.
He still has symptoms of the stomach bug, and now has croup on top of it, but he's happier. So I"ll take it.
Next week I'll be writing about my 10 day long vacation to some place warm and tropical which I will take without permission and go by-myself.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Lawrence Welk and Other Stuff
My favorite part of the day is both nap time and bed time for J. Not because he is out of my hair for a clip of time, but because it is our snuggle time, and I looove it. I pick him up, close the shades and the door to his room, hand him his blanket and like a well trained Pavlovian dog, he instantly puts his soft little head on my shoulder. I then stand next to his crib and sing him some songs and then drop his sweet little bean into his crib and off to dream land he goes. My heart warms each time I get to put him to bed. (please remind me of this in 6 months when he turns on me and hates to be put to bed, or starts demanding 'one more song' till I rue the day when I started this bed time routine.). But right now, I love it. My standard repertoire of lullabies is just that, standard. Jesus loves me, Moon Moon Moon, God is So Good, Jesus Loves the Little Children. All songs I've sung to all of my babes. Well, for some reason the other night, the closing song from the Lawrence Welk Show popped into my head, and I sang that. Yes, Lawrence Welk. I'm laughing as I type it.
All of my grandparents had a strange addiction to this show. No matter where we were, our house, their house, some strangers house, a hospital, or nursing home bed, when it hit 7pm on a Sunday evening, they all had one request. "Hey Katie, go turn on the T.V. and see if Lawrence Welk is on." And most likely it would be. So this song is forever burned in my brain (which is largely musical, I remember words from songs from 7th grade better than current ones). "Good night, sleep tight, and pleasant dreams to you. Here's a wish, and a prayer that all your dreams come true...." Its a nice song. J likes it.
But all this to say, after singing this song to him on Sunday night, Monday evening I sat down to watch some DVR shows. And don't you know at the very top of my DVR list was the Lawrence Welk Show! For real. Three things strike me about this discovery.
A. The Lawrence Welk Show is STILL on. On Sunday nights.
B. Who is messing with me? I didn't DVR it. Scott didn't, and I'm sure the kids wouldn't hit record on a show like that. (I still think Scott must have heard me sing that song and DVR'd it just to mess with me, but I'm pretty sure if he heard that song, he wouldn't know it was from LW.)
C. Why would that song pop in my head, and then LW show up on my DVR the next day. Weird. I'm sure a psychic palm reader would say my Grandparents are trying to get my attention.
And in other random weird things that have happened in my home,
-B ate a spinach salad last night for dinner. Seriously, I was eating mine, and he was like, "can I have a leaf?" Sure. Then he proceed to mooch the rest of mine and Scott's and eventually, I made him his own spinach salad with balsamic vinaigrette.
-J is walking. And has been somewhat happy, which is weird. But nice.
-I've had two productive days in a row. Which hasn't happened in lets say, 10 weeks or so. I cleaned out the boys closet and room, which was a two day job, made dinner 3 nights in a row, and went grocery shopping AND did laundry. Is it a full moon?
Since being pregnant, I haven't had any motivation to do anything at all for a while now.
And that is all.
All of my grandparents had a strange addiction to this show. No matter where we were, our house, their house, some strangers house, a hospital, or nursing home bed, when it hit 7pm on a Sunday evening, they all had one request. "Hey Katie, go turn on the T.V. and see if Lawrence Welk is on." And most likely it would be. So this song is forever burned in my brain (which is largely musical, I remember words from songs from 7th grade better than current ones). "Good night, sleep tight, and pleasant dreams to you. Here's a wish, and a prayer that all your dreams come true...." Its a nice song. J likes it.
But all this to say, after singing this song to him on Sunday night, Monday evening I sat down to watch some DVR shows. And don't you know at the very top of my DVR list was the Lawrence Welk Show! For real. Three things strike me about this discovery.
A. The Lawrence Welk Show is STILL on. On Sunday nights.
B. Who is messing with me? I didn't DVR it. Scott didn't, and I'm sure the kids wouldn't hit record on a show like that. (I still think Scott must have heard me sing that song and DVR'd it just to mess with me, but I'm pretty sure if he heard that song, he wouldn't know it was from LW.)
C. Why would that song pop in my head, and then LW show up on my DVR the next day. Weird. I'm sure a psychic palm reader would say my Grandparents are trying to get my attention.
And in other random weird things that have happened in my home,
-B ate a spinach salad last night for dinner. Seriously, I was eating mine, and he was like, "can I have a leaf?" Sure. Then he proceed to mooch the rest of mine and Scott's and eventually, I made him his own spinach salad with balsamic vinaigrette.
-J is walking. And has been somewhat happy, which is weird. But nice.
-I've had two productive days in a row. Which hasn't happened in lets say, 10 weeks or so. I cleaned out the boys closet and room, which was a two day job, made dinner 3 nights in a row, and went grocery shopping AND did laundry. Is it a full moon?
Since being pregnant, I haven't had any motivation to do anything at all for a while now.
And that is all.
Friday, January 20, 2012
I blame you.
Truth: I wasn't expecting to be expecting. But I'm getting excited about it.
Truth: I like to blame other people for things. Don't we all? Every time I'm faced with a difficult decision, I like to try and get someone else to make it for me, so I can blame them if I don't like the outcome.
So, in efforts to be humorous, I have composed a list as to who to blame for me being pregnant with number 4. (I'm just kidding, so no lectures...)
So, I blame...
1. Jedidiah. Look at him, he's delicious and he gave me baby fever.
2. My father-in-law. He actually told me back in the summer, point blank, "You have really great kids, you don't need anymore." My rebellious nature subconsciously made me want to have 10 more kids, just to see what he'd to say.
3. Shay. Back in September/October, after I had told her that I had given away or sold most of my baby stuff, she told me I would be pregnant before Thanksgiving.
4. Apparently, selling one's baby stuff is a recipe for a baby.
5. Scott. Cause no list would be complete if I didn't blame him.
6. Janet. Cause she keeps saying things like, I really wish you had a girl. And all the other people that keep saying I need a little girl. Not that I know I'm having a girl, but even strangers keep asking me if I'm trying for a girl (this was before I was pregnant, in fact, I think someone asked me this on the c-section table when J was born.)
Should I blame you too?;)
Truth: I like to blame other people for things. Don't we all? Every time I'm faced with a difficult decision, I like to try and get someone else to make it for me, so I can blame them if I don't like the outcome.
So, in efforts to be humorous, I have composed a list as to who to blame for me being pregnant with number 4. (I'm just kidding, so no lectures...)
So, I blame...
1. Jedidiah. Look at him, he's delicious and he gave me baby fever.
2. My father-in-law. He actually told me back in the summer, point blank, "You have really great kids, you don't need anymore." My rebellious nature subconsciously made me want to have 10 more kids, just to see what he'd to say.
3. Shay. Back in September/October, after I had told her that I had given away or sold most of my baby stuff, she told me I would be pregnant before Thanksgiving.
4. Apparently, selling one's baby stuff is a recipe for a baby.
5. Scott. Cause no list would be complete if I didn't blame him.
6. Janet. Cause she keeps saying things like, I really wish you had a girl. And all the other people that keep saying I need a little girl. Not that I know I'm having a girl, but even strangers keep asking me if I'm trying for a girl (this was before I was pregnant, in fact, I think someone asked me this on the c-section table when J was born.)
Should I blame you too?;)
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Let the Madness Begin.
Actually, the madness has already begun in my house. It happened maybe 3 years ago when B was born. When you have one kid, everything is so controllable and easy (even if you didn't think it was, and were about to lose your mind every afternoon waiting for hubby to get home). Then you add another one, and it doesn't seem that bad when the second is a baby. But then you find yourself with TWO bigger kids that make messes, and say to yourself, wow! This is boring stuff, I need to add another to make life REALLY interesting. And you do. And the baby is so cute and easy to deal with, but then something happens. That cute, sweet, innocent baby turns one and someone snatches him away in his sleep and replaces him with a one year old, that looks just like the cute, sweet model. But you KNOW its not the same kid. Cause instead of smiling at you sweetly, he is now this scratching at you, chasing you around the kitchen, whining to be picked up-kid. The instant you pick him up he's smacking you in the face and wants to be put down. He's all the sudden in seek and destroy mode, and pulls the corner bead molding off the wall, throws toys and bites the older brothers, and is no longer happy-ever. And the madness continues. He is the 2011 Mess Maker Model. He is determined to win the fastest mess maker award. Tearing through kitchen cabinets at lightening speed. He refuses to eat dinner and throws the food on the floor, which is enough to make you want to do things that are not well, acceptable.
And then you think (or maybe you don't)that you need more excitement in your life and find yourself adding to the madness by adding a 4th mess maker into the mix.
Yes, for anyone that doesn't know. We are expecting a fourth baby. In July. And I refuse to think about what life will look like in 6.5months. I'm just trying to get through today, and will not think past dinner time. It works better that way. And just so you know, I wasn't trying for the girl. I'm not sure if a girl would make things better or worse. Ha! For the record, I always wanted all boys, and 4 kids. (but to be totally honest, this was before I even had any kids). But let the madness begin, or rather continue. Ha.
We have started preparations this weekend for the list of things that we need to do in order to sell our house. And it brings out the best side of my husband who, loves lists and getting things done. He is a slave driver! (Don't tell him I said that, but he's a focused individual on the to-do list and I am far from that, and it creates a fun environment!) There is something for him which involves a deadline and a to-do list which creates a machine. I'm guessing its a lot like his old work routine.
Anyway. I'm confident that God will provide the skills it will take for me to manage 4 kids and my sanity. Doesn't He always? If I rely on Him and not me, it will be okay.
And then you think (or maybe you don't)that you need more excitement in your life and find yourself adding to the madness by adding a 4th mess maker into the mix.
Yes, for anyone that doesn't know. We are expecting a fourth baby. In July. And I refuse to think about what life will look like in 6.5months. I'm just trying to get through today, and will not think past dinner time. It works better that way. And just so you know, I wasn't trying for the girl. I'm not sure if a girl would make things better or worse. Ha! For the record, I always wanted all boys, and 4 kids. (but to be totally honest, this was before I even had any kids). But let the madness begin, or rather continue. Ha.
We have started preparations this weekend for the list of things that we need to do in order to sell our house. And it brings out the best side of my husband who, loves lists and getting things done. He is a slave driver! (Don't tell him I said that, but he's a focused individual on the to-do list and I am far from that, and it creates a fun environment!) There is something for him which involves a deadline and a to-do list which creates a machine. I'm guessing its a lot like his old work routine.
Anyway. I'm confident that God will provide the skills it will take for me to manage 4 kids and my sanity. Doesn't He always? If I rely on Him and not me, it will be okay.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Its the season!
I have probably written a post like this every year...
Since December 18th, our family has been living under the cloud of illness. I'm ready for everyone to be healthy and happy, but I know that this is winter and this is what happens. I'm handling it better than I have in previous years, but I'm needing to see my friends again, and to get out of the house to do more than run an errand. We have had the gamut of virus things, hacking coughs, fevers, stomach bugs and strep throat, all in the last 3 weeks. Thank you, I've had my fill.
My dad is still hospitalized, now having seizures and out of control blood sugar, still disoriented. But when I saw him yesterday, he was a bit more awake and knew my name which I am considering is a good sign.
Please pray that things improve with him. And that we have fulfilled our quota of virus suffering for a month and are spared for a while!
Since December 18th, our family has been living under the cloud of illness. I'm ready for everyone to be healthy and happy, but I know that this is winter and this is what happens. I'm handling it better than I have in previous years, but I'm needing to see my friends again, and to get out of the house to do more than run an errand. We have had the gamut of virus things, hacking coughs, fevers, stomach bugs and strep throat, all in the last 3 weeks. Thank you, I've had my fill.
My dad is still hospitalized, now having seizures and out of control blood sugar, still disoriented. But when I saw him yesterday, he was a bit more awake and knew my name which I am considering is a good sign.
Please pray that things improve with him. And that we have fulfilled our quota of virus suffering for a month and are spared for a while!
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