Experience absolutely necessary
On Thursday night we went with my family to the outstanding play A Christmas Carol at Hale Center Theater in Orem. I was inspired and felt the Christmas spirit in its purity. I highly recommend it to anyone in the area.
Colleen (mom in law) is usually able to babysit for us when we go out with my family, but she had other obligations. We hired two girls from the ward to babysit. To make a long story short: Audrey fell off the changing table....and she has a broken leg.
She gets a cast tomorrow.
Any suggestions on the color?
Colleen (mom in law) is usually able to babysit for us when we go out with my family, but she had other obligations. We hired two girls from the ward to babysit. To make a long story short: Audrey fell off the changing table....and she has a broken leg.
She gets a cast tomorrow.
Any suggestions on the color?
If you would have driven by our house Friday night, you might have seen Ammon and I through the window learning the Thriller dance.
So you had a bad day...
A mother's intuition or inspiration? I lean to the latter.
Monday morning Hyrum woke up with a fever. I felt like I should take him to see the doctor, worried it might be his throat again. Sure enough, his tonsils are infected again. We left with an antibiotic stronger than Amoxicillan.
Today, 72 hours after beginning antibiotic treatment, he's still fevered. We're talking a high fever. (104.9) Everyone I talked to; parents, family, friends, nurses, said I probably should/really should/absolutely must take him back to the doctor. This morning I decided to take him back to the health center.
As I was getting the kids ready, loading and backing out of the garage a re-current thought pressed on my mind: "You don't have to go." I justified. I disregarded. I went. The day is now over; it's been a rough one--all because I didn't heed that simple inspiration. The feeling in my chest is the worst part.
SO at the doctor's office Hy's temp was 105.2. This obviously worried the staff. After poking around in his throat three times, taking blood, pressuring him to pee in a cup, and then attaching a bag to catch his pee and pressuring him more (all while the poor baby has the shivers and a belly ache) They tell me that sometimes this antibiotic takes 4 days to work and is still the best treatment for the infection. We left without urine sample success. Hyrum screamed and I cried as I did my best to un-bond the sticker like bag from his most sensitive areas. (After a soak in the tub, ample soap, and baby oil, I just had to pull it fast.)
The moral of the story is: We didn't have to go. Someone knew that and He was trying to save our family some pain. I'm sorry, Hyrum.
We had a bad day, but we saved our evening. We medicated with a pull the mattresses onto the floor, popcorn and ice cream, movie night. Hits the spot.
Monday morning Hyrum woke up with a fever. I felt like I should take him to see the doctor, worried it might be his throat again. Sure enough, his tonsils are infected again. We left with an antibiotic stronger than Amoxicillan.
Today, 72 hours after beginning antibiotic treatment, he's still fevered. We're talking a high fever. (104.9) Everyone I talked to; parents, family, friends, nurses, said I probably should/really should/absolutely must take him back to the doctor. This morning I decided to take him back to the health center.
As I was getting the kids ready, loading and backing out of the garage a re-current thought pressed on my mind: "You don't have to go." I justified. I disregarded. I went. The day is now over; it's been a rough one--all because I didn't heed that simple inspiration. The feeling in my chest is the worst part.
SO at the doctor's office Hy's temp was 105.2. This obviously worried the staff. After poking around in his throat three times, taking blood, pressuring him to pee in a cup, and then attaching a bag to catch his pee and pressuring him more (all while the poor baby has the shivers and a belly ache) They tell me that sometimes this antibiotic takes 4 days to work and is still the best treatment for the infection. We left without urine sample success. Hyrum screamed and I cried as I did my best to un-bond the sticker like bag from his most sensitive areas. (After a soak in the tub, ample soap, and baby oil, I just had to pull it fast.)
The moral of the story is: We didn't have to go. Someone knew that and He was trying to save our family some pain. I'm sorry, Hyrum.
We had a bad day, but we saved our evening. We medicated with a pull the mattresses onto the floor, popcorn and ice cream, movie night. Hits the spot.
The Big Party!
It's obvious I should have waited until after her birthday to get her pictures taken. She got the cutest tutu and leg warmers (thanks Shanda and Myka)! She was walking around pointing her toes all afternoon. By the end of the party she was running all over, her little legs could barely keep up. She kept performing half somersaults (just the position before you actually roll). I have never seen her so hyper. I blame the sugar. Thank you to all who came to celebrate with us. 
Happy Birthday, Audrey! My baby turned one and decided to grow up. The week of her birthday she started walking, talking and sleeping through the night.
Don't you hate it when you take a bite of food and smell diaper ointment. Then you realize you didn't wash your hands after you slathered A&D all over your baby's bottom. Yummy.
Siegfried's Deli in SLCWe went today.
The Germany lover had
Bratwurst, Sauer Kraut, and Spaetzle.
I had a Pastrami Reuben Sandwich on Rye.
It was authentic (YUMMY) German bistro food.
They have a little German market with lots of chocolate.
We left with marzipan, uberraschungs eier (Carrie, I think Benson would love these), and lebkuchen.
We like to scope out the European food market.
Any suggestions?
What gets me through the day...
"Mom, I wanna choose a stick."
We have so much fun with this little jar of sticks.
It makes the thinking of what to do easy.
I even color coordinated them
I even color coordinated them
Blue/Yellow: Quiet activities (Necessary when Audrey is sleeping)
Green: Outside
Red: Loud run around crazy fun
Whenever I think of another activity I add a stick to the jar.
Today we played with the camera.
We recently tried finger painting for the first time. (Pudding, marshmallow, and Rice Krispie Treat as the mediums)
Trips to the park (This picture was too cute not to share).
(It's nice that Hy doesn't read. I don't always have to do what the stick says.)
Trips to the park (This picture was too cute not to share).(It's nice that Hy doesn't read. I don't always have to do what the stick says.)
7 Tag
7 Things I can do:
1. Try
2. Enjoy
3. Kiss
4. Laugh
5. Give
6. Find
7. Create
7 Things I can't do:
1. Starve
2. Hate
3. Refer to previous post and link... :)
7 Things that attract me to Ammon:
1. He sees me
2. He hears me
3. His charity
4. You know, he was Senior Class "Best Body" (His words: "I see, I'm just a piece of meat.")
5. His faith
6. He works hard
7. His hope
7 Things I say most often:
1. Do you have your phone?
2. Do you have your lunch?
3. I love you
4. What do I like to hear? (the response is: OK Mom!)
5. Do you need to go to Time Out?
6. Thank you
7. Good Job
7 celebrity admiration's: I'm with Melissa, no Hollywood celeb admirations here.
7 Favorite foods:
1. Spice Cake from my wedding (Jeanne's Cakes)
2. Northampton House Chicken Marsala
3. Nattalie's Pumpkin Bread
4. My mom's turkey and cranberry sandwiches
5. Waffles with syrup, whipped cream, and strawberries
6. Fresh Bread
7. Colleen's Chicken Enchiladas
7 Things I can do:
1. Try
2. Enjoy
3. Kiss
4. Laugh
5. Give
6. Find
7. Create
7 Things I can't do:
1. Starve
2. Hate
3. Refer to previous post and link... :)
7 Things that attract me to Ammon:
1. He sees me
2. He hears me
3. His charity
4. You know, he was Senior Class "Best Body" (His words: "I see, I'm just a piece of meat.")
5. His faith
6. He works hard
7. His hope
7 Things I say most often:
1. Do you have your phone?
2. Do you have your lunch?
3. I love you
4. What do I like to hear? (the response is: OK Mom!)
5. Do you need to go to Time Out?
6. Thank you
7. Good Job
7 celebrity admiration's: I'm with Melissa, no Hollywood celeb admirations here.
7 Favorite foods:
1. Spice Cake from my wedding (Jeanne's Cakes)
2. Northampton House Chicken Marsala
3. Nattalie's Pumpkin Bread
4. My mom's turkey and cranberry sandwiches
5. Waffles with syrup, whipped cream, and strawberries
6. Fresh Bread
7. Colleen's Chicken Enchiladas
Daddy do it?
There have been times when I am doing something that is difficult, like trying to carry something too heavy or unscrew the lid on a pickle jar, when I say something like: "Wow, this is too hard; we'll have to have daddy do it."
Hyrum has picked up on this. And now if I struggle in the least bit with a task, he asks:
"Hard, Mom? Daddy do it?" He said this to me when it took me a couple attempts to zip up his jacket. He said this to me when I was struggling to get the lid on the Tupperware. He even said this to me when I used more than the usual amount of wipes when changing his diaper (then again that is a task I am willing to let daddy do.)
It bugs me. I say, "No, Hyrum. Mommy can do it. I can do hard things!" I've repeated this refrain to my toddler several times this week. I think it's having an effect on me. First, I realized how often I do ask Ammon for help. Second, the declaration, "I can do hard things," floating around in my head is empowering and reminds me of this excellent talk.
Like today when I sucked up three feet of string (attached to a balloon) into the vacuum, I didn't follow my initial reaction to ask Ammon to untangle it--I did it myself. That's not all. I dropped a small part of Audrey's sippy cup into the disposal, and I actually reached in and got it out myself!
Guess what else. I've made bread! Not just once, but four times and I even tried rolls. It isn't so hard...and I liked it....A Lot.
The moral of the story is: Toddlers can be an effective method toward self awareness. Thanks to Hyrum for seeing so clearly my tendency to have others do for me what I could easily do for myself. And thanks for the increased self-respect.
Hyrum has picked up on this. And now if I struggle in the least bit with a task, he asks:
"Hard, Mom? Daddy do it?" He said this to me when it took me a couple attempts to zip up his jacket. He said this to me when I was struggling to get the lid on the Tupperware. He even said this to me when I used more than the usual amount of wipes when changing his diaper (then again that is a task I am willing to let daddy do.)
It bugs me. I say, "No, Hyrum. Mommy can do it. I can do hard things!" I've repeated this refrain to my toddler several times this week. I think it's having an effect on me. First, I realized how often I do ask Ammon for help. Second, the declaration, "I can do hard things," floating around in my head is empowering and reminds me of this excellent talk.
Like today when I sucked up three feet of string (attached to a balloon) into the vacuum, I didn't follow my initial reaction to ask Ammon to untangle it--I did it myself. That's not all. I dropped a small part of Audrey's sippy cup into the disposal, and I actually reached in and got it out myself!
Guess what else. I've made bread! Not just once, but four times and I even tried rolls. It isn't so hard...and I liked it....A Lot.
The moral of the story is: Toddlers can be an effective method toward self awareness. Thanks to Hyrum for seeing so clearly my tendency to have others do for me what I could easily do for myself. And thanks for the increased self-respect.
The Festivities:
The Pumpkin Carving:
The Cookie Making:
The Cutest Candy Corn:
The Feat:
The Family:
The Loot:
Hyrum loved Halloween this year! He loved dressing up, seeing his cousins, and going Trick or Treating. Ammon and I took him around our neighborhood. He didn't want to go home! He kept saying, "Two more houses, kay." Every day since he's said he wants to "do Halloween again." We have so much candy left over that I let him Trick or Treat at our house a couple times a day. The (maybe) 30 Trick or Treaters we had didn't put a dent in our Costco 120 count candy bar assortment. We're still accepting trick or treaters if you want to stop by. Anyone else have low attendance? Is Trick or Treating dying or just being replaced by Trunk or Treat? (Certainly any child can see that Trunk or Treating offers maximum amount of candy in the least amount of time.)
The Cookie Making:
The Cutest Candy Corn:The Feat:The Family:The Loot:
Hyrum loved Halloween this year! He loved dressing up, seeing his cousins, and going Trick or Treating. Ammon and I took him around our neighborhood. He didn't want to go home! He kept saying, "Two more houses, kay." Every day since he's said he wants to "do Halloween again." We have so much candy left over that I let him Trick or Treat at our house a couple times a day. The (maybe) 30 Trick or Treaters we had didn't put a dent in our Costco 120 count candy bar assortment. We're still accepting trick or treaters if you want to stop by. Anyone else have low attendance? Is Trick or Treating dying or just being replaced by Trunk or Treat? (Certainly any child can see that Trunk or Treating offers maximum amount of candy in the least amount of time.)
Darkness Falls Across the Land, The Midnight Hour is Close at Hand...
We used Disney's Photo Pass system, which would have been really convenient if we hadn't lost the photo card. So I don't have the family pics in front of the BIG disney pumpkin and all the rest. bummer.
My parents are away at Thriller at the Tuacahn in St. George this weekend. It can't be Halloween without Thriller?! This is the first year in many that I won't be attending. We will just have to have our own performance at home. Or maybe we'll just watch 13 Going on 30.
"Happy Big Boy Day to you!"
On the morning of Tuesday, October 13:Me: Hyrum, are you ready to be a big boy today?
Hyrum: Yeah.
Me: Big boys don't have binkies.
Hyrum: Cut it, mom?
Me: Yep, we'll have to cut it and throw it in the garbage. Are you ready?
Hyrum: Yeah.
Then Hyrum willingly cut all his binkies by himself. He threw them in the garbage and then while saying "Bye Bye Binkies," we took the garbage out to the dumpster. We immediately called Daddy and the grandparents so they could praise Hyrum in this big step.
We had a Big Boy Party to celebrate, complete with pizza, cake and a present.
Hyrum has done pretty well without it. Initially he cried more at nap time, and woke up more in the night. He's improving; I really think he will get better quality sleep without sucking on a binky all night.
So, YAHOO! We are finally free of the B-I-N-K-Y.
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