Random Sharing vol. 1

I have lots of random thoughts that aren't worth their own blogs individually. So here's a collection. Get used to these.

Where should I start?

My friend Meyanna's baby is getting bigger. She was born at 32 weeks because of sudden pre-eclampsia, and she's the only baby getting breastmilk in the NICU and is also the healthiest baby there. It makes me so happy.

My friend Tabbitha is moving away. I've only known her a few months. She lived in the apartment complex next door and went to the same ward as me. That's how I met her, at a meet and greet one evening. It surprised me that we hit it off so well, because I don't normally get along real well with Mo'mos. I do have some LDS friends but for the most part I get the feeling that they're either judging me for being a big fat sinner, sizing me up as a missionary project without really caring about who I am, taking me as a joke because I'm playful, or busy being offended that I use such terrible bad words as "crap" or "vagina." Anyway, Tabbitha's not like that. She's just a funny, sweet woman. I very rarely meet someone with whom I can be totally myself with right off the bat. I knew she'd be moving away, because her husband is done with his training, but it came on suddenly now. I'm so bummed about it. I just really really enjoy her company. Her kids, too. She has two kids and they get along really well with mine. Jack thinks her little boy hung the moon. She's probably on her way to the airport now. I wonder if she realizes how much I'm going to miss her.

My kids are getting so so big. Jack is really strong, and his personality is coming out full force now. I'm so ready for him to sit up on his own. He's outgrown his baby seats. I took away his bouncer a few weeks ago because when he was in it, he'd lean over to pick stuff up off the floor and basically folded himself in half and couldn't pick himself back up. I was afraid he'd flip it. Theyn, the other day, he was in his Bumbo, reached for a toy, and flipped himself out of it! It was on the floor so he didn't fall far, and didn't hurt himself. He was surprised, but concoled easily. I can't put him in that anymore either! Crazy baby. HIs dimples kill me. I'm so in love with his fat little baby butt. He pivots on his belly all the time. I have to watch him almost constantly.

Libby is so smart. She's just clever. Comes up with the funniest stuff. She's really the funniest kid I've ever met. I can't believe she's mine. Emily is teaching her to read! I've decided not to put her pre-k here. Tabbitha was very unsatisfied with the way they treated her daughter, and I don't want to take the chance that Libby would get a teacher like that instead of the great teacher Emily has.

Em's doing great, by the way. She's on the list to be tested for the gifted program at school. She makes straight 100's and says her work is easy. Her teacher has started having her and some other children in her class do a little peer tutoring with the children who are not catching on to new concepts as well. Emily's very good at it, and I love that they're doing it. I feel like it's very important for intelligent kids not to become too cocky, to realize that they're not higher or better than their peers who maybe aren't as quick. I also want to keep her busy with worthwhile endeavors so she doesn't get bored and start getting into trouble. I'm very excited to find her school is keeping on top of her. Her teacher doesn't want to put any undue responsibility on any of the kids, so she prefers to give the above-average children extra work to help exercise their lil brain muscles with.

We are done with soccer for the season. It was such a good run. We really enjoyed it, although it took a lot of time and stress to keep on top of. I want to keep the kiddos in extracurricular activities, to keep them physically fit, to keep them busy, and to help them find whatever it is that they love, that makes them feel like they're reaching their full potentials. We're going to wait and do our next activity next semester, though. We can only handle so much. We let them choose their activity, and they don't have to do it again if they don't want, but they will fully participate in their chosen activity and see it through. I ain't raisin' no quitters.

I haven't weighed myself today. I've appointed Tuesday as my weigh-in day, because Mondays suck hard enough already without making me want to throw myself out the freaking window. I'm not making a huge effort, yet, because I am alone with the kids more often than not, and I just don't have a lot of time to work out. I am working on my eating habits, though.

Speaking of eating habits, I may have to do an elimination diet. Jack still has this rash in his diaper, and I'm almost certain it's eczema. My friend Anna's son has eczema on his butt, so why can't Jack have it on his inner thighs? I don't want to do this diet. The most common dietary irritant in breastfeeding babies is dairy in the mother's diet. Dairy takes two weeks to completely get out of your system. I LOVE dairy. Love it. This is going to be really hard.

Jack's six-month checkup is supposed to be coming up. I'm having a really hard time convincing myself to go. For one, Jack is perfectly on par with his gross and fine motor skills. For another, we're not vaccinating. Last checkup, the doctor didn't even TOUCH him. AND, they're going to take one look at that rash and either tell me that it's yeast or that it's not yeast. Either way, their recommendation will be to switch to disposables. Which doesn't work, or I'd have done it. I'm all for well child checkups. I really am. There may be something wrong that you might miss, even if you don't vaccinate. But, I don't trust this hospital to catch anything. I have a friend who got her prenatal care at this hospital, and her baby's care for the first three months, and yet they completely missed the fact that this child had hydrocephalus, a congenital neural tube defect. Also, they missed an ear infection bad enough to burst another friend's child's ear drum, too. I really need to look into getting the kids seen off post.

Jack loves me a whole lot. He smiles at me and his sweet little dimples break my heart. When he's fussy I pick him up and he reaches around my neck and squeezes me. That's a hug, I don't care who you are.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

Fun dreams about sexy TV mens

My friend Summer says she is having recurring dreams about McSteamy. He's alright. I prefer dark men, myself. Tall, dark, and handsome, that's my MO. If I was dreaming about someone from Grey's, it'd definitely be Patrick Dempsey.

Last night I had a dream about David Boreanaz. But it wasn't about Boreanaz at all. It was about Booth. Oh, how I love me some Booth. This man is beautiful! Tall, broad shoulders, and dang he's got a pretty face. Booth is so much hotter than Angel ever was. I know I'm in the minority here, but vampires just don't really do it for me. Not based on vampirism alone, anyway. Plus I never really "got" that whole grr-face thing they'd do when they were about to attack. It's corny. Besides, it's a shame to put stage makeup all over such a beautiful face. That's my opinion, anyway.
Summer says Angel is the original Edward Cullen; vamp trying to be good, in love with a human. That girl can turn anything into a Twilight reference. <3

So in this dream, Booth and I were spending some quality time together, like we were in a relationship. We drove somewhere in his big sexy black truck, and there were dead bodies somewhere, of course. I can't remember where. All I know is that Jack woke up before Booth got home (I guess I was waiting for him to come home from something). So no hot Booth sex for me.

I'm sure this has something to do with my watching at least three hours' worth of Bones a day since we got our DVR.

I want my eternal family.

I was raised in the Church. I've always lived it, or tried to. About a year ago, I quit trying. I don't know what happened. I just wasn't feelin' it, and I thought that if you only do ONE thing your whole life, how do you know that's what's right or best for you? So I tried not doing it.

Today, we had a lesson on the Salt Lake Temple. When they first laid the foundation, they used sandstone, which has a tendency to crumble. Had they built this huge building on sandstone, there's no way it would have stood for as long as it had. President Brigham Young's vision was for this temple to last through the millenium. So they switched to granite.

I am rebuilding my foundation. On granite this time. I have been to the temple. My family is sealed together. Now it's time for me to earn that blessing.

Overweight.

I am overweight.
This is difficult for me to admit. I keep thinking of myself as skinny. I was always really slender growing up, and even after I'd had the girls and was "thicker" I still wasn't FAT. Sure, it took awhile to get into decent shape after having Libby, but it kind of came off mostly without trying too hard. When she was about a year old I started making an effort to really work out, and lost a lot of weight really fast. I'm talking 30 lbs or so in about 6 months. I'm sure a lot of it had to do with my drinking so much more water.

Now, to be fair, Jack is only 5 months old. He was ten pounds at birth, and I carried around a lot of extra water, which led to my belly getting more stretched out than before. My head knows WHY I look the way I do, but when I catch sight of myself in the mirror and recoil slightly, it really kicks my self-esteem in the butt. I lost about 20 pounds with Jack's birth (half of which was him, lol) but then gained about 6 back, and haven't lost it again. My weight goes up and down about 5 or so pounds. I am about 8-9 lbs lighter than I was when I delivered Libby.

This is really hard to admit, by the way.

Anyway, it's not the numbers the scale say that matter the most to me. It's how I feel, how I look, and how my clothes fit. I'm really not sure my hips are going to go back to where they were before Jack, though. Time will tell. Also, ever since Jack was born, I've had a mean sweet tooth. It's really hard to control what you're eating when you've never had to, before. But I'm a-gonna. I want to run a marathon by the time I'm 30. I want to be a good example to my children. I want to be active and energetic. What's the point in having kids young so you can play with your kids if you're too fat and tired to get up and run with them?!

I'm considering joining Weight Watchers. I think, before I do that, though, I need to just practice drinking water, doing little active things like walking to get the mail instead of driving, taking the kids on walks, etc. and also eating better, and watching my portions, as well.

I'm not really sure why I'm writing this. Maybe just to admit it out in the open. I'm not doing it to get compliments or for people to reassure me that I'm not that big or that I just had a baby. I know these things, but they don't change the fact that I'm not healthy and I'm not happy with myself, and things need to change. So. I'm declaring today, that they will. I hope to start making some real progress soon. Thanks for reading!

BONES!

This is easily the greatest show on television. I hate when I "find" a show, especially a drama with a really good storyline, after a season or two, and especially especially when I find it on a channel that plays the reruns, so the episodes are all out of order and I know I enjoy each one, but I also know I've missed a lot. The fun thing is that now that I have DVR, I don't have to watch TV listings like a hawk in order to see what's been going on! I just set it up to record every episode and watch it at my leisure. I'm still pretty confused, though. I love the sexual tension between Brennan and Booth. Of course it's cliche; the male and female partner, both superhot, kind of want each other even though they're trying not to. But, aside from the cliche, the banter and characters' personalities really cracks me up. Also, the science is really interesting. It calls to mind, though, an article I read in Popular Science discrediting some common forensics tools, based on the lack of a standard or measurement. I think it was the June or July issue from this year. You should try and get a hold of it. Also, did you know Emily Deschanel is a member of PETA? I guess she's a loony in real life, too! Haha.

I hate Mondays. I know it's totally boring and cliche to say so, but I really do. Now, to be fair, today hasn't been bad, but as a general rule, Mondays are teh suck. I guess some would say that I don't get to hate Mondays since I'm a stay-at-home mom, but Mondays are still difficult. Emily is not a morning person. Getting her out of bed is no picnic, even when she goes to bed nice and early. I've had to start threatening to spray her with water if she's not out of bed by a certain time. It works, too! I haven't had to spray her once. Her school has a really strict attendance/tardy policy, so it makes it hard. Also, I love the weekends. Aaron works really long days. He gets up at 4 am and doesn't get home until almost six most nights. We try and put the girls to bed by 8, so evenings aren't very relaxing with dinner, baths, brushing of teeth, and all that fun stuff. The weekends are a wonderful relief. I'm not so outnumbered by babies. We can both sleep in a little. I can get errands done. I can get my household chores done. I love weekends. Monday morning is always a disappointment. Sometimes it's a huge huge pain in my ass, but more often than not it's just frustrating. He's home every night, sure, but still I miss my husband.

Jack has this rash that I can't figure out. I'm racking my brains trying to make it go away.

Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

I guess I'm slowly and steadily making some friends. It's nice!
Before Aaron joined the Army, I didn't really have girlfriends. I hung out with my mom. We used to all hang out with a few neighbors and their families, but then they closed down student housing and when we moved apart we kind of lost touch. When we got to our first duty station, I thought, genuinely believed, that once we all grew up that the "drama," a word that is really overused but also really apt, stopped. I found that to be very untrue. So I got my little heart broken a few times, and learned to chain myself up a little tighter, and to trust my gut a little better. I've never been a great judge of character anyway, and then when I'd get a bad feeling about someone on our first meeting, I'd convince myself to give them a shot, only to be proven right later on. I'm still working on that. It's hard. I want people to like me and sometimes find myself not being true to myself for that end. I'm working on that, too. I've learned not to put all my emotional eggs in one basket, and that not everyone deserves the same amount of love/effort/time.

I'm a very social person by nature. I'm outgoing, and I tend to get frustrated and depressed when I'm not getting any interaction. I think that's why I enjoy Myspace and Facebook so much. It's something. I've met some really amazing people on there; some who I'm content being internet friends with and some who I know, if I lived nearby, I'd hang out with them as much as I could. Reconnecting with old friends is really fun, too.

When we first moved here, we met a woman at church. This is odd for me. In my adult life, I don't tend to be friends with other Mo'mos. I always feel like they're judging me for being a "bad Mormon" or that they don't take me seriously. I am a kidder, but I'm not an idiot. Anyway, she's really funny and sweet. We hang out a lot, and our kids all get along great. Even her two-year-old; he's really gentle with Jack and Jack looks at him like he's a god. It's adorable. We also are friends with our downstairs neighbors. He was in his last phase of officer's training and they have two young kids. We've hung out a few times. They invited us over a few weeks ago right before he went on his hardship tour, and we went out to lunch with her today. It was nice. She seems very mellow and levelheaded. Then, we went to the movies. Emily's been begging to see Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs for weeks and weeks, so, as a reward for doing so well at the dentist on Wednesday, we took her today.
This. Movie. Is. Hilarious. HIGH-larious, even. And it's not even like some kids' movies, that have kind of "adult" innuendos that make it funny for adults as well as kids. It's just good, clean, silly fun. I almost dropped the baby a couple times! Just a really really good time.

Now we're home, and our a/c's not working right. It's not hot, perse (is that how you spell that?), but it's uncomfortable warm.

On a side note, my kids are ridiculously cute. Emily sometimes grabs Libby's face in her hands and says, very forcefully, "You are SO CUTE!" I love it.

This is why Wal-Mart is evil.

Seriously, it's like a black hole. The place EMANATES pure, smiley evil. I'm not talking about the pushing small businesse out of business or the mass-produced Chinese plastic toys. I'm talking about how nothing good happens there! Yesterday our trip went like this.

I park next to a woman whose car has a sticker with the word "Punanni" on it. Classy, no? So I whipped out my phone to take a picture and send to www.peopleofwalmart.com, just like anyone would do. Then, as I go to disengage the brake on the stroller, my flip-flop breaks! Not just came apart. The damn thing broke. So I take off the flip and walk with the flop, and then throw them both away in the trash can at the front of the store. Then, what else can I do but proceed, barefoot, into the Wal-mart with my three young children in tow, thinking, "Someone's gonna take a picture of me and put it on People of Wal-mart!" A checker stared at me as I walked through, and when I said, "I'm not a redneck. My flip flop broke," she wouldn't even look at me. That's some harsh judgment, yo.
So we go to the shoe aisle and, being that it's October, the flip-flop selection leaves a little to be desired. I'm looking at ugly, $10 shoes, and complaining loudly that I'm not going to buy $10 shoes I don't even like, when a very kind stocker-lady directed me to another display where I could buy arguably more ugly flip-flops for only $3. God bless her. Remove tags. Don ugly flip-flops.
We get milk. Some little kid is acting crazy in the Wal-mart, as seems to be par for the course. Then, obviously, Libby starts acting crazy. I quickly got down on her level and told her just because some other kid acts insane, doesn't mean she gets to. I'm not his Mama but I am hers and I will lay down the law.
Emily is hungry. I say, "Let's get some fruit." We get bananas and a few peaches. As I'm picking out peaches, I notice Libby has a plum near her face. "What are you doing?" startles her so badly she throws the plum back on the display, it rolls down, and makes a big SPLAT noise. It takes us about 8 plums to figure out which one she'd taken a bite of. (After she picked it up and put it back. Good reason to wash your fruit, people.)
Time to check out! We wait in line. (Not the line of the judgey lady.) Get the the front and realize I left my check card at home, and I only have $6 in cash. I know exactly where it is. It's on the desk at home, where I left it after I paid the gas bill. But that's not very helpful at this moment. So. We don't NEED bananas and peaches. We NEED milk. I'm also required to pay for the flip-flops and the ruined plum. I turn to tell Libby to come here and she's SUCKING ON A PUSH POP! Dang, man. I fuss, "Elizabeth!" and she startles and throws it back on the shelf. Um, no. Bring. It. To. Me. So now I'm required to pay for ruined plum, ruined Push-Pop, ugly flip-flops, and milk. Libby even has the nerve to say, "Yay, now I can eat the candy!" Uh, yeah. That did not happen. My total came to $6.61 and I had enough change to pay for it.
Whew.

Yeah. THIS is why Wal-mart is evil. That place just ain't right.