Ahhh, poop, part II

This is part II in the never ending saga... click here for part I:

So... today I was feeding the babies their lunch while Alex was taking a bath. After he was playing happily for ten minutes or so he says,

"Mom! I pooped in the bathtub!"

Me: "What? You did WHAT?"

Alex: "I pooped in the bathtub! I can't get it all out. Will you come help me!"

So I walk in there (leaving screaming babies because I just stopped shoveling food into their ravenous mouths) and he's got four nice little logs, lined up in a row on the washcloth that's hanging on the edge of the bathtub. YUCK. And of course the rest that he can't "get out" was floating all around in little small pieces. Double yuck. So... I stayed amazingly calm, and explained that we only go to the bathroom in the toilet or his diaper. We cleaned up the mess, disinfected, put the bath toys in the dishwasher for a nice hot wash, and started a new bath.

Later, when we were in the kitchen he said to me:

"Mom, I'm gonna tell Jesus sorry for pooping in the tub."

Me: "Okay, sweety. That's a good idea."

Alex: (quietly, under his breath so I could barely hear) "Jesus? Sorry about pooping in the tub. But it was hurting my belly, so I HAD to do it. Okay?"

heh heh heh... 'atta boy!

President Hinckley

Wow... shock. I knew this day had to be coming, but I really expected President Hinckley to be around well past 100. I have very mixed emotions. He was a wonderful man, an incredible leader, and the most positive role model. I will miss him and his humour, his raspy voice, his words of wisdom, his drive and optimism. However, I'm so happy that he's now with his beloved Marjorie again. Well done, President Hinckley. Thank you for your example. You will be missed, terribly.

(Here is the church's official released statement: http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=2560344)

My boy...

Alex: independent yet totally dependent, "terrible threes," smart as a whip, huge vocabulary, a tease, silly walk, leg hugs, skwudges, "I love you, mommy," dictator, "you say...," extremely shy, imagination, construction vehicles, books and the library, guys, cousins, still a binky boy, cloths, cloths and more cloths, hide-and-seek, daddy's buddy, mommy's snuggler, grateful ("Thanks so much for doing my laundry, mommy."), my boy...

My babies...

Andrew: Pensive, serious, drawn to light, sings himself to sleep, big hands and feet, clean eater, lots of hair, contagious giggle, pattycake, loves sippy cups, rolls everywhere, hates crowds, loves cheek-to-cheek, super sensitive.

Jackson: Laughs, laughs, and more laughs, smears crackers everywhere, has a temper, will smile at anything, loves peek-a-boo, wiggly, small fingernails, wiggly, great dexterity, wiggly, sit-ups (crunches), snuggles his cloth, binky-boy, happy.

To blog or not to blog...?

That is the question. And I'm not sure of my answer. After I talked to a dear friend, I realized that this blogging thing is messing with my mind. (Thanks, Kristy) I'm becoming a person that I totally despise. As I link on friends of friends blog sites, I find myself totally absorbed into complete strangers' lives. Problem is, I totally compare my life with these total strangers, and THAT is what's buggin' me. I look at their houses and think, "My goodness, why can't I have a granite countertop and gourmet kitchen?" Or, "Why am I such a crappy mom that I don't have fun crafts and outings for my kids?" Or, "Why am I so uncreative that I don't make homemade gifts and quilt beautiful quilts?" etc. etc... Anyway, it's ridiculous, yes. But true, nonetheless. So... I think I'm gonna lay low on the blogging for a while. Instead of my daily indulgence on the computer, I'm gonna try to spend more attention on my kids (novel idea for a SAHM) and maybe squeak in a conference talk or two.

So... that said, I'm officially announcing a boring blog site. I will put up personal updates for my own record, but they'll be less tailored to the reader, and more specific for my personal records. (Such as, Andrew got his first two bottom teeth on Dec. 14th and 17th.)

So, signing out for now....

Bustin' a move!

Mark and I at our dancing best! This is why I married this man! heh heh....

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My blogging addiction

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My Boys...

This right here is what makes life wonderful... The cutest boys ever. :)

Merry Christmas!

It's here! I'm sitting here listening to the MoTab sing my favorite carol before I go to bed, "Silent Night." It truly is a silent, peaceful night. The little ones are all snug in their beds, Santa has come and gone, and I'm hitting the hay. This is my favorite moment (it's 12:30 a.m. on Christmas morn...) - Christmas Eve, when all is quiet, the festivities over, the Bible story read, the lights low, the Christmas tree glowing, and beautiful music... Ahhh...

MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone!

Almost done!

Well, I'm feeling pretty good right now. Granted, it's almost 1 a.m., but I just wrapped nearly all of our presents. Yeah! This is a first for me. Usually I'm up late, Christmas Eve, thinking, "This sure is taking a lot longer than I thought it would..." Then I'm always exhausted on Christmas day. Anyway, I just need to wrap something for the hubby and the parents, and then I'm finished. Hurray!

Wrapping Alex's presents has made me so giddy this year. He totally "gets it," and is SO excited about Christmas. I can't wait to see his face. Kids really do make this season special, don't they? I wish I could keep them from growing up! :)

Super Saturday

We had our Super Saturday quite some time ago, but I thought I'd post pictures of all of our crafts for any of you that are in charge of this in your own ward. We have some super creative people in our ward with lots of good ideas.

One of THOSE days...

Sheesh. Crying, crying, crying... That's all I heard all day today. It tends to get so frustrating at times. Therefore, I'm venting! I love my kids, but, man... The babies have colds, don't want to sleep, and don't want to be more than 1 inch away from mom. Alex has been on a whiny kick for the last few weeks, and it's only getting worse. I think we've hit the terrible-nearly-threes. I'm definitely not feeling the Christmas spirit. I can't believe it's only a week away! Send me away to some sunny spot, and don't make me come back for... oh, two years or so?

Then... there's the whole "to move or not to move" question. We've been toying with the idea, but it's so risky! We really like our house, and we love our location. But we want something newer, and we want a younger neighborhood. However, we don't really want to make a parallel move (or downgrade), we'd like to make a jump. We think we might be able to get a screaming deal, but it's a huge risk. The bank and/or builder might not accept our super low offer... stress. I can't get this darn thing off of my mind. I feel bad, like I'm being totally materialistic or something, but that doesn't stop my mind from thinking about it... *sigh*

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE....

We attempted the Santa Claus thing this year. It actually went better than expected. Alex mustered up the courage to tell him that he wants "a candy cane and a fire truck," and to tell Santa that he's "two (with his two fingers held up)." But (and no surprise here) there was no way he was going to get on that man's lap, and mom had to stay close by.

Later that night, he had to pretend he was Santa by putting on his "white hair and white beard."

And here's one more of Alex and AJ. See that fading red mark by AJ's right eye? Yep... that was another one of "those" days when big brother felt he had to inflict wounds on the younger crowd. Sure is fun stuff...

Let it Snow!

We sure had a fun day today playing in the snow! Mark, Alex, cousin Mitchell and Aunt JuJu put on the snow gear (a 20-minute process), and wore themselves out. Those little guys stripped down out of their wet gear in 20 seconds, and were inside drinking hot chocolate and eating popcorn afterwards. Thanks to all for a super fun, snowy day!

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The Magic of Christmas

I love this season. I must admit that my favorite parts are the lights, music, and family. Here's a little peak inside our house this year... Merry Christmas!

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Become as a child...

This is a little boy who called in to a religious radio show.... good kid.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Turkey Day! Our family is so thankful for each of you. Now eat up!

Elf Yourself!

I saw this on Liz's blog, and I couldn't resist... Enjoy seeing my boys doin' a little Christmas jig...

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Girls' Night Out

THANK HEAVENS for girlfriends! Just wanted to give a shout-out to my great friends for a fabulous and fun overnighter. We headed up to the in-laws' place in Midway (thanks Bob and Suze) and had a wonderful evening of food, shopping, treats and lots of talking. Alex and Mark asked me what I did up there, and I said that we talked until 4 or 5 a.m. They just looked at me like, "huh? how can you do that?" Well... with these girls, it's easy! We couldn't believe how late it was. It's always so nice to hang out with the girls, and discuss everything from kids to religion to high school memories. One thing that I'll always be grateful for is this awesome group of women who all helped me and each other survive the turbulence of adolescence and young adulthood and who still help each other through all the various stages of life. I don't know what I'd do without you all! Next year, we're taking pictures to "journal" our outings... pajamas, baggy eyes, and all! Don't forget to sit on your heals, ladies!

(This was the only picture I got.... When we woke up, there were 5 or 6 deer on our back patio... lovin' it!)

Prayer

Ever since Alex was a tiny baby, we've been saying prayers with him. In fact, his second word was "amen." He's always been so reverent, and is very good about folding his arms and closing his eyes. However, he absolutely refuses to say the prayer now that he's older. He's done it once or twice, but he rarely likes to do it. We don't push it, because we don't want it to become a power struggle.

Well, yesterday, he decided he wanted to say the blessing on the food at lunch and at dinner. He knew all the typical "phrases" by heart, and practically said the whole prayer by himself. I was so proud of him. After the dinner prayer, he looked at me and said,

"Mom, Jesus says, 'Thank you, Alex, for saying the prayer.' "

Yep, little one, Jesus does say thank you. I do too. :)

Silly Alex...

So, I've been pumping ever since the babies were about 3 weeks old. It works out best for me (rather than nursing), but poor Alex has to endure waiting around for mom a couple of times a day while I'm hooked up. The other day, he came to me and said, "Mom, when I'm a girl, I'm gonna pump too. K?" He just cracks me up. :)

On Sunday, we got home from church and Alex said, "Mom and Dad? I'm sooo glad to be home. Don't you just love getting home? When you get home from church, then all the people can't bug you anymore."

And finally, Mark dressed up as Matt Foley, motivational speaker, from Saturday Night Live for Halloween. He did a pretty hilarious skit for his family about living in a van, down by the river. Alex obviously paid close attention, because yesterday I had Jackson on the bed, and Alex came up to him and said, "Jackson! You live in a VAN! A van down by the river!" Laughed out loud at that one!