We had a very busy weekend. My good friend Cassandra convinced me to join Mary Kay a few months ago. Can you believe that I am a certified independent Mary Kay consultant. It's Crazy. But in any case. I've been getting a lot of "hints" to work my business more, even though I had only planned on just buying for myself and my mom. So I did what I hate and had a party. 16ish invitations went out, 2 people came. Hence the reason I had having parties. But it was actually a lot of fun. We got to do a lot of talking, drinking and eating, oh and a makeover. It was a really nice afternoon, but I hope not to do it again soon. It's just really not my thing to "sell" stuff, it's not in my nature. Mostly because I hate to be sold stuff. I'll stick to my online book business. which by the way is a bit slow. I think I've only made about $200, but at least i paid off my fancy phone with the profit.
Mason also had his last soccer game. He's really becoming quite the soccer player. He loves it too, which makes me so happy. He's become much more aggressive and confident. He no longer just wants to watch his feet to see how fast he can run. Kev and I are really very proud of him.
Today was a cleaning day for the basement, it's amazing how things can just pile up. But I'm happy to say it's back to clean, now the hard part which is keeping it that way.
Tonight at dinner, Jack told us of his dream from last night. All that he could recall was that he was climbing a mountain. It just brought a smile to my face. To imagine what a dream for him must be. He has such an imagination during the day, can't begin to imagine what happenens in his head at night.
Jack is always up to something. I has recently be trialing different ways to be mean. It started a few weeks ago with him telling me that if i didn't help him (with something) he wasn't going to be my baby anymore. I didn't respond, as I was afraid that he would get attention and keep doing it. A few days later he started telling Mason that he wasn't gunna be his brother anymore when he didn't get his way. I tried to discipline him, sending him to his room and such, but to no avail, the mean streak continued. So yesterday, I decided to try a little hot sauce on the tongue. He hated it, real alligator tears. I couldn't let him suffer for long, so I gave him a drink of milk quickly after, which took care of the burning. I thought for sure that would do the trick to stop the behavior, however, he did again today. I did the hot sauce on the tongue again. Only time will tell if it does the trick!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Post from Little Miss Hadley Blog, she says it so well.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
my soapbox.
I know a lot has been in the press about Children's Hospital this last week. A place I take great pride in working at. A place that treats and saves hundreds of sick kids a day. A place that spends MILLIONS of dollars on helping kids, and doesn't get any compensation in return. A place where I've truly seen miracles happen. And although I know intimately the details of the events, and it absolutely kills me to read the newspapers and idiot people's comments on-line...to be quite honest it infuriates me...I'm not allowed to say what happened. But, I can tell you this, it's not as cut and dry or black as white as the media makes it sound...and I can also tell you that the two nurses involved are phenomenal people that I would let take care of my own kid any day of the week.
We are human beings, we make mistakes. I still hold on to two very huge mistakes I have made in my career, I was just lucky enough that they didn't have a tragic outcome. And sometimes a stroke of luck is all it comes down to. Because nurses are the front line, we are the 'do-ers', we are the final check. I wish, that we did just what some of the public perceived, took blood pressures, brought patients water, and smiled politely while doctors ordered us around....but we don't. We work in a world of constant distractions. We not not only take care of severely, critically, ill children (not the cute little sick ones they show on the news)...but we also take care of their moms, dad, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings. We are constantly asked questions, constantly explaining what we are doing and why, constantly being scrutinized, and I understand because I cannot imagine a greater fear than giving up care of your own child to a stranger. We are constantly getting phone calls from radiology, from EEG techs, from Ultrasound techs, from pharmacists, from the lab, from the blood bank, from primary care providers, from social workers, and from families. We are constantly coordinating everything for every service We are searching for our patients charts, calling doctors, updating flow sheets, and assessing, always assessing. We know from hour to hour, geez, from minute to minute, a patient can deteriorate in the blink of an eye. We are constantly checking orders from physicians, making sure we have orders we need, making sure we get orders we don't have, and making sure all of these orders are safe for the patient. We are giving medications, checking and double checking, checking to make sure the 8, 9 and/or 10 continuous medications that are running in with each other are even compatible, checking to make sure some medications don't run out...because that could be life threatening, making sure doses are correct, and making sure they are being giving to the patient they are intended for. We are also hunting down parents to sign consents, updating parents as their child is in surgery, and holding parents when they see their baby in absolute dire straits. We are constantly 'doing'. We wear 30 different hats. We are the coordinators, the educators, the advocates, the comforters, the realists, the 'last check', the shoulders to cry on, the hands to hold, and the ones remembered. We do all of this in 12 hours, because 8 hours simply wouldn't do. We do all of this with a smile on our face, because we love what we do. Every single person I work with absolutely, without a doubt, loves what they do. We work hard, we don't take breaks, we get lunch when we can, we trust each other implicitly, and we rarely complain. We want to be in the thick of it all and we are always one step ahead. No matter what happens, we are prepared. We are the eyes and the ears. And then we go home. And we act like nothing happened. We don't talk about the 9 day old that we did chest compressions on for over an hour, the father that was screaming in the corner, we don't talk about the mom that finally got to hold her baby, for the first time ever, only to watch him take his last breath, and we don't talk about the mother we quietly sat with as their child lay in the operating room having limbs amputated due to some serious bacteria that somehow affected their perfectly normal child only two days ago. We just go home, maybe say work was a little busy...because really, nobody else could ever understand what we see and do, kiss our own kiddos on the head as they sleep, and know how truly, truly lucky we are to have them safe and sound in their beds, eat some dinner, and pack our lunch for the next 12 hour day. We do this 365 days a year, 24 hours a day...weekends & holidays...and we do it with a smile. Because when it comes down to it, none of us could ever imagine doing anything else in the world.
my soapbox.
I know a lot has been in the press about Children's Hospital this last week. A place I take great pride in working at. A place that treats and saves hundreds of sick kids a day. A place that spends MILLIONS of dollars on helping kids, and doesn't get any compensation in return. A place where I've truly seen miracles happen. And although I know intimately the details of the events, and it absolutely kills me to read the newspapers and idiot people's comments on-line...to be quite honest it infuriates me...I'm not allowed to say what happened. But, I can tell you this, it's not as cut and dry or black as white as the media makes it sound...and I can also tell you that the two nurses involved are phenomenal people that I would let take care of my own kid any day of the week.
We are human beings, we make mistakes. I still hold on to two very huge mistakes I have made in my career, I was just lucky enough that they didn't have a tragic outcome. And sometimes a stroke of luck is all it comes down to. Because nurses are the front line, we are the 'do-ers', we are the final check. I wish, that we did just what some of the public perceived, took blood pressures, brought patients water, and smiled politely while doctors ordered us around....but we don't. We work in a world of constant distractions. We not not only take care of severely, critically, ill children (not the cute little sick ones they show on the news)...but we also take care of their moms, dad, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings. We are constantly asked questions, constantly explaining what we are doing and why, constantly being scrutinized, and I understand because I cannot imagine a greater fear than giving up care of your own child to a stranger. We are constantly getting phone calls from radiology, from EEG techs, from Ultrasound techs, from pharmacists, from the lab, from the blood bank, from primary care providers, from social workers, and from families. We are constantly coordinating everything for every service We are searching for our patients charts, calling doctors, updating flow sheets, and assessing, always assessing. We know from hour to hour, geez, from minute to minute, a patient can deteriorate in the blink of an eye. We are constantly checking orders from physicians, making sure we have orders we need, making sure we get orders we don't have, and making sure all of these orders are safe for the patient. We are giving medications, checking and double checking, checking to make sure the 8, 9 and/or 10 continuous medications that are running in with each other are even compatible, checking to make sure some medications don't run out...because that could be life threatening, making sure doses are correct, and making sure they are being giving to the patient they are intended for. We are also hunting down parents to sign consents, updating parents as their child is in surgery, and holding parents when they see their baby in absolute dire straits. We are constantly 'doing'. We wear 30 different hats. We are the coordinators, the educators, the advocates, the comforters, the realists, the 'last check', the shoulders to cry on, the hands to hold, and the ones remembered. We do all of this in 12 hours, because 8 hours simply wouldn't do. We do all of this with a smile on our face, because we love what we do. Every single person I work with absolutely, without a doubt, loves what they do. We work hard, we don't take breaks, we get lunch when we can, we trust each other implicitly, and we rarely complain. We want to be in the thick of it all and we are always one step ahead. No matter what happens, we are prepared. We are the eyes and the ears. And then we go home. And we act like nothing happened. We don't talk about the 9 day old that we did chest compressions on for over an hour, the father that was screaming in the corner, we don't talk about the mom that finally got to hold her baby, for the first time ever, only to watch him take his last breath, and we don't talk about the mother we quietly sat with as their child lay in the operating room having limbs amputated due to some serious bacteria that somehow affected their perfectly normal child only two days ago. We just go home, maybe say work was a little busy...because really, nobody else could ever understand what we see and do, kiss our own kiddos on the head as they sleep, and know how truly, truly lucky we are to have them safe and sound in their beds, eat some dinner, and pack our lunch for the next 12 hour day. We do this 365 days a year, 24 hours a day...weekends & holidays...and we do it with a smile. Because when it comes down to it, none of us could ever imagine doing anything else in the world.
Persevering through the good, the bad and the ugly
These last two weeks at work have rocked Seattle Children's to the core and caused the entire community of Seattle to turn on our once untouchable hospital. It's amazing to me how quickly the media can turn. I see it everyday in tabloids and in the papers. The once prestigious icon has become a scandalous wreck. That exactly what has happened at Children's. Rewind back three weeks ago and all you hear about Children's is the amazing work it does everyday. The children we save each day, the miracles performed by the best doctors and nurses in the world, the break thoughs in cancer and cystic fibrosis research that will save millions of lives now and the year to come. Now the headlines say something different.
It is tragic, truly, truly tragic. As a mother and a nurse, my heart absolutely breaks for the families that were affected. There truly is nothing that we can do to take back what has happened. But I also know that things aren't as black and white as papers are making it out to seem. It's never just one person, just one break in the system. All the individuals involved in these fatal errors were true professionals. They had been doing their jobs for years and years. It was as simple as a mathematical error or a laps in judgement or a misunderstanding. The actions performed were done with the patients best interest at heart. Sadly, in the process of helping the patient, they indeed hurt them and ultimately killed them. I can't even imagine.
I have thought of the nurse in the Cardiac ICU daily since this news came out. I have tired to imagine what she must be feeling and how she is reacting to the backlash of our beloved hospital has received, all stemming from that one bad day with that one fatal mistake. I know she must know that it could have happened to anyone. That we all make mistakes. But how is she coping, knowing a child died. A child she no doubt cared very deeply for, as she had taken care of that child for 8 months. I hope there is someone who is wrapping their arms around her right now. I hope she finds comfort and joy in knowing the there are hundreds of nurses, doctors, RT's, Social workers, ES workers, family and friends on her side. I hope that she is able to lay down at night and feel the Lords arms around her with Him whispering in her ear the He loves her and He is holding her tight all day and night through this storm. I don't know who she is, but I know she is loved.
This has brought me back to my very bad day a little over a year ago. My one very bad mistake. I can't help but think, this could have been me. It could have been me! By the grace of God, it wasn't, but it only took a second, a momentary lap in my thought process. I could have harmed a child, I could have brought the hospital to it's knees. It gives me chills to think about. My own mistake and the mistake of the others involved most currently have forced me to reevaluate my practice everyday. To make sure i am doing everything I can to be safe and following the policies and procedures to the t.
Although I have stopped watching the news as I can't stand to hear all the speculations and lies, I do have to say, I have seen an outpouring of support from many of people in the community. There are many people out there supporting us and the staff involved, and to that I say thank you. I am proud of where I work and what we do everyday. We truly are doing God's work and I see His hand everyday. God does teach us that there will be struggles, this is ours and we will persevere.
It is tragic, truly, truly tragic. As a mother and a nurse, my heart absolutely breaks for the families that were affected. There truly is nothing that we can do to take back what has happened. But I also know that things aren't as black and white as papers are making it out to seem. It's never just one person, just one break in the system. All the individuals involved in these fatal errors were true professionals. They had been doing their jobs for years and years. It was as simple as a mathematical error or a laps in judgement or a misunderstanding. The actions performed were done with the patients best interest at heart. Sadly, in the process of helping the patient, they indeed hurt them and ultimately killed them. I can't even imagine.
I have thought of the nurse in the Cardiac ICU daily since this news came out. I have tired to imagine what she must be feeling and how she is reacting to the backlash of our beloved hospital has received, all stemming from that one bad day with that one fatal mistake. I know she must know that it could have happened to anyone. That we all make mistakes. But how is she coping, knowing a child died. A child she no doubt cared very deeply for, as she had taken care of that child for 8 months. I hope there is someone who is wrapping their arms around her right now. I hope she finds comfort and joy in knowing the there are hundreds of nurses, doctors, RT's, Social workers, ES workers, family and friends on her side. I hope that she is able to lay down at night and feel the Lords arms around her with Him whispering in her ear the He loves her and He is holding her tight all day and night through this storm. I don't know who she is, but I know she is loved.
This has brought me back to my very bad day a little over a year ago. My one very bad mistake. I can't help but think, this could have been me. It could have been me! By the grace of God, it wasn't, but it only took a second, a momentary lap in my thought process. I could have harmed a child, I could have brought the hospital to it's knees. It gives me chills to think about. My own mistake and the mistake of the others involved most currently have forced me to reevaluate my practice everyday. To make sure i am doing everything I can to be safe and following the policies and procedures to the t.
Although I have stopped watching the news as I can't stand to hear all the speculations and lies, I do have to say, I have seen an outpouring of support from many of people in the community. There are many people out there supporting us and the staff involved, and to that I say thank you. I am proud of where I work and what we do everyday. We truly are doing God's work and I see His hand everyday. God does teach us that there will be struggles, this is ours and we will persevere.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
where is this energy you speak of??
I know I know, it's been forever since I've written anything. why you ask, I am oh so very tired. What is my deal? I feel like I never get enough sleep. I've had my thyroid checked multiple times thinking i have hypothyroidism, but all my test have been negative. I even started a medication thinking that that would help, but it's been over a year and no success. I started working out, but after instead of that energy boost people speak of, I just want to go take a nap. Even as I write this, I can't help but feel like a slug. I'm feeling so tired and unmotivated, however, I slept in and had a short little nap this afternoon. What is a girl to do. It's really frustrating. I've taken the "I'll do it tomorrow" approach which has been very detrimental. So accepting advice, any ideas out there. Where do people find their energy????
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Mothers Day
So I know it was like three weeks ago, but I wanted to get this in here so I could look back next year or in ten years and smile.
Sadly, I had to work on sunday, but that doesn't mean that we didn't make the best of it. The kids, as always got up way too early. But at 7am the boys and Kev came barging in the bedroom. they were so excited and came jumping on the bed. Yelling happy mothers day and presenting me with a card. it was all so sweet. they had also made breakfast which consisted of one pancake and half a donut. not sure where the other half went, but i only ended up getting about one bite of pancake and one bite of donut, the rest went to the boys. It was so sweet, definitely my best mothers day surprise to date.
Sadly, I had to work on sunday, but that doesn't mean that we didn't make the best of it. The kids, as always got up way too early. But at 7am the boys and Kev came barging in the bedroom. they were so excited and came jumping on the bed. Yelling happy mothers day and presenting me with a card. it was all so sweet. they had also made breakfast which consisted of one pancake and half a donut. not sure where the other half went, but i only ended up getting about one bite of pancake and one bite of donut, the rest went to the boys. It was so sweet, definitely my best mothers day surprise to date.
Friday, April 16, 2010
A new member??
Since the moment I found out Jack was going to be a boy, I have felt deep in my heart that we were destine to have just one more. However, this thought was not mutual. Kev wholeheartedly felt that we were done with a capital D. There have many conversations, fights, teasing and begging over the last 3 years, all the time Kev has held steady, as have I. So this year we took to prayer and fast. I haven't received an answer, even though I pray for guidance on this subject everyday. well after yet another "conversation/fight" on Wednesday I went to bible study on Thursday with baby number 3 on heavy on my mind. It's amazing how things happen. As others were talking about Ephesians, my mind wondered and I wrote down a prayer in my notebook asking for a sign and for His guidance. Within about 5 minutes of writing down this prayer, the study topic turned to someone talking about her daughter who is expecting and has 3 boys. She was no doubt stressed to the max worried that it would be another boy. At hearing this, anxiety swept over me as I thought about being in her situation. What stress that would bring to me. I would love a baby boy with all my heart, but it would be a lie to say that I wouldn't be upset that it wasn't a girl. Do I really want to put myself through this? Moments later the conversation turned to children again, this time adoption. Adoption you say? All of a sudden a feeling of "of course" came tumbling down. Could this be the answer? We had talked of adoption before, but i always wrote it off. I had convinced myself that i wanted to be pregnant again and go through the 9 months, feeling the baby kick and move. And there is a part of me that does, but do i need to? Remember, with Mason and Jack, the end was not so smooth. I had pre-eclampsia with both. It's rare to have pre-eclampsia two times in a row, but if you do, it increases the chance with subsequent pregnancies. Do I really want to risk that? Do I really want to put my aging body through another pregnancy? I have been so fortunate to skip stretch marks and weight gain. Do I want to try my luck again?
Then there is Kev. For him, the idea of having another infant is his worst nightmare. Unlike me who adores the infant stage, he finds in difficult and unbearable. Plus he sees the light at the end of the tunnel with the boys. He can take them places and do things. You add an infant, all of a sudden you are stuck at home again...from his perspective. Per him it all comes down to time and money and we don't have either...from his perspective.
With this new found revelation, I asked some friends who have adopted how to get some information. They directed me to an agency in Spokane. I called Kev to tell him I found us a solution. We could look at adopting an older child, about 12-18 months old. And to my astonishment he said that that might work! So when he got home that night, I broached the subject again. And again he was on board, he said he thought that was a good idea and that we should look into it! Thank You Jesus! I never thought we would ever agree on anything when it came to having more children. God had a plan the whole time! Next comes the hard part...actually doing it.
Then there is Kev. For him, the idea of having another infant is his worst nightmare. Unlike me who adores the infant stage, he finds in difficult and unbearable. Plus he sees the light at the end of the tunnel with the boys. He can take them places and do things. You add an infant, all of a sudden you are stuck at home again...from his perspective. Per him it all comes down to time and money and we don't have either...from his perspective.
With this new found revelation, I asked some friends who have adopted how to get some information. They directed me to an agency in Spokane. I called Kev to tell him I found us a solution. We could look at adopting an older child, about 12-18 months old. And to my astonishment he said that that might work! So when he got home that night, I broached the subject again. And again he was on board, he said he thought that was a good idea and that we should look into it! Thank You Jesus! I never thought we would ever agree on anything when it came to having more children. God had a plan the whole time! Next comes the hard part...actually doing it.
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Last Laugh
So recently my boys have been testing potty words. Not the F bomb or anything too obscene, but things like peepee and poopoo and stupid. I have warned them that they would get soap in their mouths, and I can find soap anywhere no matter where we are, plus I always carry purell, so don't test me. Well, they did and I had to follow through. So we went into our bathroom and I took Jack first, inserted the bar of soap and he spit and gagged, which was the reaction I expected. Then it was Mason's turn. I did the same, soap in. However, my clever young 5 year old, gagged and gagged, then dry heaved then pucked. Remember, we are in the bathroom so the toilet is RIGHT THERE! However, he decided to throw up 6 inches away from the toilet from a standing position. So needles to say I spent the next 3o minutes cleaning up vomit with bleach in every corner of the bathroom, then did it again the next day just to make sure. All the while mason's sitting outside the door commenting on how mommy had to clean up his vomit and it's everywhere. I couldn't tell if he was merely commenting or heckling me from the doorway, but in the effort to save face, I tried to turn it back to him and said "you didn't like throwing up did you? Guess there won't be anymore potty words used in our house". Needless to say I did not get the last laugh that day. BUT.....there haven't been any potty words this week.
faster please!
If you know my kids at all, you know there is never a dull moment. both say the funniest things at any given times. So most recently on our way home from vacation at Stoneridge, we stopped in Ellensberg for a break. While we were there we of course used the restrooms. But as we were leaving Mason needed to go one last time. I agreed to go wait for him while Kev and Jack went to the car.
After about five minutes of waiting, I started to worry that I had missed him and he had gone to the car, but a gentlemen came out of the men's room and remarked not to worry, he was in there singing. To this there is no surprise, Mason loves to sing all the time, no matter what he is doing. Another 5 or so minutes went be when he finally came out, my little man in training. I asked what took so long to which he replied "I tried to sing to make it come faster, but it only worked a little". who knew.
After about five minutes of waiting, I started to worry that I had missed him and he had gone to the car, but a gentlemen came out of the men's room and remarked not to worry, he was in there singing. To this there is no surprise, Mason loves to sing all the time, no matter what he is doing. Another 5 or so minutes went be when he finally came out, my little man in training. I asked what took so long to which he replied "I tried to sing to make it come faster, but it only worked a little". who knew.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Bow head and walk away...quickly!
By far the most embarrassing mommy moment to date. It was a beautiful day and Mill Creek Town Center was having a spring treasure hunt, so i took the kids. However, when we got there, it has just ended, soooo we decided to go to the park. As we drove there, we passed our house and asked the boys if anyone needed to go potty, to which both said no, i said, are you sure, they said yes. So to the park we went. You can imagine how busy the park was on a nice spring day. We had been there about five minutes and jack and mason were playing. I was watching mason with jack to my left when i heard laughter. I looked over at jack and horror swept over me! He had his pants to his knees, leaning back with his hands on his hips with a mellow yellow stream escaping from his lower region. Of course he had an BIG smile on his face. I immediately gasped and ran to him telling him to stop his flow, however, he couldn't or wouldn't, so i had to let him finish, otherwise he would have been covered in pee. I profusely apologized to the multiple parents around me, picked him up and exited quickly while praying i would never see any of those people again! Oh my what will i do with this boy??
Thank you daddy Kev for teaching him such a useful skill....
Thank you daddy Kev for teaching him such a useful skill....
Saturday, March 20, 2010
concrete thinker
Jack busy playing with his trucks...."your stupid...no your stupid"
Me, "Jack that is not a nice word, we do not use that word in our house"
Jack, thinks quietly for a second "can I use it outside?"
The true definition of a concrete literal thinker!
Me, "Jack that is not a nice word, we do not use that word in our house"
Jack, thinks quietly for a second "can I use it outside?"
The true definition of a concrete literal thinker!
Friday, March 12, 2010
venting is good for the mind
I know I shouldn't be writing tonight because I have had all my buttons pushed tonight by all the boys/men in my house this week, therefore, this post may have a bit of a slant to the negative...
Mason, what are we going to do with this kid! He has always been my difficult one. You would think by age 5 i would have him figured out, but just the opposite. I just don't know what to do with him. It's like he doesn't hear our voice at all. You tell him to do something and he does the complete opposite. A few weeks ago he had done something that made me upset. I got at his level and spoke to him in a very stern voice while holding his arm and the first break in my sentence he butted in and asked if I thought the birds would come out today. OMG what am i to do. This week has been especially bad. He has landed on red 4 days in a row at school. In the entire school year he has only been on red once. and now he has been there 4 days in a row. He got punishments and talking to's the first day and everyday since. Last night he even had a playdate and a hockey game taken away. I thought for sure that would put him into shape, but no, red again. so tonight i took away a concert this weekend and he had to go to bed after dinner while Jack stayed up to watch a movie. This seemed to actually affect him. maybe he needs to feel the pain right then and there. maybe if i took him to the concert or the hockey game and then made him leave then he would understand how much his punishment sucks. I just don't know what to do. I worry so much about him. I'm concerned about what he will be like as a teenager. he just never seems to listen, he is in his own little world and he will do what he wants to do.
At least they take turns. Jack has really had a pretty good week. He has found a new founds love for the barney song I love You. He wants me to sing it over and over to him and cradle him like a baby while i do it. I guess I've found a new found love for that song as well. The days of cradling him, making eye contact and singing him are fewer then I would like and are most likely going to be fading away fast. I just wish i could hold onto these moments forever.
We have a big weekend. We are take down one of the walls in our bedroom to add some much needed light with some windows. I hope it won't put us in the pit. We've only gotten a rough estimate of the cost, so I'm a bit nervous.
Well hopefully we will have a good weekend so that we can start off the week right and put last week behind us.
Mason, what are we going to do with this kid! He has always been my difficult one. You would think by age 5 i would have him figured out, but just the opposite. I just don't know what to do with him. It's like he doesn't hear our voice at all. You tell him to do something and he does the complete opposite. A few weeks ago he had done something that made me upset. I got at his level and spoke to him in a very stern voice while holding his arm and the first break in my sentence he butted in and asked if I thought the birds would come out today. OMG what am i to do. This week has been especially bad. He has landed on red 4 days in a row at school. In the entire school year he has only been on red once. and now he has been there 4 days in a row. He got punishments and talking to's the first day and everyday since. Last night he even had a playdate and a hockey game taken away. I thought for sure that would put him into shape, but no, red again. so tonight i took away a concert this weekend and he had to go to bed after dinner while Jack stayed up to watch a movie. This seemed to actually affect him. maybe he needs to feel the pain right then and there. maybe if i took him to the concert or the hockey game and then made him leave then he would understand how much his punishment sucks. I just don't know what to do. I worry so much about him. I'm concerned about what he will be like as a teenager. he just never seems to listen, he is in his own little world and he will do what he wants to do.
At least they take turns. Jack has really had a pretty good week. He has found a new founds love for the barney song I love You. He wants me to sing it over and over to him and cradle him like a baby while i do it. I guess I've found a new found love for that song as well. The days of cradling him, making eye contact and singing him are fewer then I would like and are most likely going to be fading away fast. I just wish i could hold onto these moments forever.
We have a big weekend. We are take down one of the walls in our bedroom to add some much needed light with some windows. I hope it won't put us in the pit. We've only gotten a rough estimate of the cost, so I'm a bit nervous.
Well hopefully we will have a good weekend so that we can start off the week right and put last week behind us.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Sweet Jack
There was once a time I couldn't imagine Jack being anything but perfect. Perfectly mannered, perfectly happy, perfectly sweet. Then he hit the tender age of two and my sweet little Jack started pushing buttons, biting and hitting his brother, screaming and throwing tantrums every time he didn't get his way. But because God is good, sweet Jack makes an appearance at least a few times every day, especially in the morning. And I just know I will get my sweet Jack back for good some day. Most recently we were getting ready for school and he came up and started hugging my leg at which point I picked him up and gave him a hug. He pulled back and looked at me at said "I love you sooo much, you are such a good girl" gave me a kiss and another big hug. Almost made me cry. Thank you God for these moments.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
hmmmm
Having another baby is always a subject in our house. We joke with the kids about trying to convince Kev to have another and me to not. However, we haven't said anything about it in sometime, as we were going to try to leave it up to God after our fast. But you never no what is going to come out of the mouths of babes.
As kev and i were sitting on the couch at the end of the day out of no where Mason asked us "when are you going to be pregnant again?" OMG not expecting that! totally took me of guard, it was so bold and to the point. All I could think to say is "Ask daddy"
As kev and i were sitting on the couch at the end of the day out of no where Mason asked us "when are you going to be pregnant again?" OMG not expecting that! totally took me of guard, it was so bold and to the point. All I could think to say is "Ask daddy"
Monday, February 22, 2010
Oh Jack
Jack in the back complaining about his foot.
Jack "my foot is itchy"
Me "I'm sorry is it bugging you?"
Jack begins inspecting his foot closely and is quiet for sometime.
Jack "momma i don't see any bugs can you get them out"
Jack "my foot is itchy"
Me "I'm sorry is it bugging you?"
Jack begins inspecting his foot closely and is quiet for sometime.
Jack "momma i don't see any bugs can you get them out"
Sunday, February 21, 2010
when we grow up
Today I asked the boys when they grew up. Mason's eyes got big and excited and he announced he wanted to be a paleontologist. Next I asked Jack to which he said "big"! that kid is so funny!
Taxes and Birthdays
Ahhh feels good to be home, but bitter sweet to leave. We spent the weekend at mom and dads to do taxes on turbo tax and to celebrate moms 62nd birthday. its an annual tradition to go there to do those two things. The kids had a blast. They love going there and playing in the big backyard. Jack asked all day on Friday when we were going so he could go ride papa's tractor, also known as the lawn mower. We got there late on Friday, so first thing when Jack woke up Saturday, he started asking about the tractor. He was very patent and his dream finally came a reality. Per my dad, he put Jack in the trailer of the lawnmower and thought he was having a great time until he looked back an he had a look of fear on his face. apparently not have such a great time. that day was also included Jack getting locked outside alone to which completely scared him and him falling hard onto his backside. Not the greatest start, but the thing about Jack is that he gets over stuff pretty fast. By afternoon he was back on cloud nine. mason had a great time too. he spent his time "playing" the piano and running outside. He also went over to the neighbors and played with two little girls who showed him around the farm and helped him learn to climb a tree. He is still talking about it. I asked the kids what their favorite part of the weekend was. for jack it was going to the farm, which i assume is the neighbors house and Mason was playing with the two girls. Mason has always been really good at playing with both boys and girls. he can rev it up for the boys and settle down for the girls. a really good trait that will come in handy as he grows. I don't think jack will have the same ability. he's just too energetic for the girls.
I made a calendar with all of the Faith/Fuller family pictures for my mom, which she really seemed to like. My dad had a great idea to get a web cam for their house and our house and to set Chad up as well so that we could talk and see each other. i think it will be great to have. the kids love it and thinks it's pretty cool.
So another great weekend, it always makes me wish we all lived closer. maybe some day we will...
I made a calendar with all of the Faith/Fuller family pictures for my mom, which she really seemed to like. My dad had a great idea to get a web cam for their house and our house and to set Chad up as well so that we could talk and see each other. i think it will be great to have. the kids love it and thinks it's pretty cool.
So another great weekend, it always makes me wish we all lived closer. maybe some day we will...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
wow it's been a while
I think i may have completely forgotten about my blog. looking back at the last few months, i think this year is off to a good start. Jack officially potty trained January 23rd. He was bribed with a big kid bed. We went to the store and bought a cars bed set and told him if he made it through the whole week without and accident he would get his big kid bed. well it took 2 weeks but at last the dream came to pass. He was so excited, and still continues to be. every time we have someone over, he runs to his room to show off his bed. However, my greatest fear also came to pass. i was worried that once his crib was down he would never stay in bed....which is what happened. he was threatened that if he kept getting up, the bed would go away. things have gotten better, but naps are a thing of the past. oh so very sad. what 2 year old doesn't take a nap. he is still forced to have quiet time, because lets face it, mommy needs him to have quiet time. otherwise things are good with him. we are having a good week. he is listening well(ish) and following directions. I was due this week because he has progressively gotten more difficult as he has gotten older. he is always always testing. he gets frustrated with not getting his way easy and is much more physical them mason ever was. he hits and kicks mason constantly. I try to stay out of the countless arguments between them, but it's hard not to when one is beating up the other.
Mason is doing very well. He has been listening well and following directions. He is excited about school. He read me an entire book for he first time a few days ago. It was a book on creation. he did such a great job. he is always so worried that he cant do stuff. I had to bribe him to read it to me and i would post on facebook that he read an entire book. He was so thrilled to see all the posts that followed. the things he has been saying lately have been cracking me up. he told me the other day that dinosaurs and caveman were alive in 1983. when i told him that i was 4 years old then and didn't remember seeing them, he just said, "oh". He is getting very smart. I don't think i give him enough credit. The things he comes up with sometimes just shock me. He has been very concerned about the people of Hatti. He donated all the money in his piggy bank to the relief efforts. It is one of my greatest hopes that my children will always think of others in need and give without hesitation to others. Now that mason is getting older, i can see these teachings paying off a little. it makes me so very happy. What we need to do now is to start giving him chores and an allowance. We will be looking into that this next week.
Kev and I spent the last week of Jan fasting. Kev fasted from tv, I fasted from the Internet. we were praying about jobs and having one more child. nothing has come of it yet.... someone in bible study this week gave me a great piece of advice. she told me to be thankful for what i have. seems so simple, but for some reason i see it in a totally different light. I spend so much time trying to figure out my next step, i never stop and am just thankful. so that is what i am going to do. I am so looking forward to this summer and the camping trips we have planned. time with family is something we desperately need.
Mason is doing very well. He has been listening well and following directions. He is excited about school. He read me an entire book for he first time a few days ago. It was a book on creation. he did such a great job. he is always so worried that he cant do stuff. I had to bribe him to read it to me and i would post on facebook that he read an entire book. He was so thrilled to see all the posts that followed. the things he has been saying lately have been cracking me up. he told me the other day that dinosaurs and caveman were alive in 1983. when i told him that i was 4 years old then and didn't remember seeing them, he just said, "oh". He is getting very smart. I don't think i give him enough credit. The things he comes up with sometimes just shock me. He has been very concerned about the people of Hatti. He donated all the money in his piggy bank to the relief efforts. It is one of my greatest hopes that my children will always think of others in need and give without hesitation to others. Now that mason is getting older, i can see these teachings paying off a little. it makes me so very happy. What we need to do now is to start giving him chores and an allowance. We will be looking into that this next week.
Kev and I spent the last week of Jan fasting. Kev fasted from tv, I fasted from the Internet. we were praying about jobs and having one more child. nothing has come of it yet.... someone in bible study this week gave me a great piece of advice. she told me to be thankful for what i have. seems so simple, but for some reason i see it in a totally different light. I spend so much time trying to figure out my next step, i never stop and am just thankful. so that is what i am going to do. I am so looking forward to this summer and the camping trips we have planned. time with family is something we desperately need.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Trials and Tribulations of the Potty
Time keeps ticking by. I am anxiously awaiting the call from Chad to tell us the baby is coming. Melissa isn't due until Jan 28th, but with all the stress of moving, I thought for sure that baby would be making an early entrance. But, they have been in the house for 2 weeks, and no baby yet. I plan to fly up there the week after she is born. I wanted to go by myself because I didn't want to bring my kids around a new baby.
Jack and Mason have had a good week back to school. Just slipped back in without a hitch. I think they missed their friends. We have officially kicked off potty training. It's been about a week and we have had some good and bad days. The problem is that he is fine making a mess. It doesn't bother him to wear wet diapers, so he would prefer to stay in pull-ups. We have been bribing him with candy to get him to go, but that is losing its luster. I told him once he was potty trained he would get a big kid bed, like Mason. At first he was really excited, but now not so much. We just got to keep going, not a lot of teenagers that are still going in diapers.
Mason has been very helpful in making my life just a little more interesting. The other day I was cleaning the kitchen, the boys were playing quietly, too quietly. I heard Mason encouraging Jack, telling him he could do it and it would be ok. I thought, oh isn't that so sweet, what a nice brother. Then Mason comes running out of the bedroom, beaming, declaring that he had successfully taught jack how to climb out of his crib...great. I tried to instill some fear into jack, telling him that was dangerous and he could get hurt. I thought I might have succeeded, as he had not tried to get out of his bed the last few day. However, after i woke Jack from his nap today, i told him to call me when he was ready to get out of bed, and i would come back and get him. Moments later guess who comes running out from his room. errrr! I guess it's not the worst thing, as i expected to change his bed to a big boy bed shortly anyways. Now it will just be a little sooner.
Jack and Mason have had a good week back to school. Just slipped back in without a hitch. I think they missed their friends. We have officially kicked off potty training. It's been about a week and we have had some good and bad days. The problem is that he is fine making a mess. It doesn't bother him to wear wet diapers, so he would prefer to stay in pull-ups. We have been bribing him with candy to get him to go, but that is losing its luster. I told him once he was potty trained he would get a big kid bed, like Mason. At first he was really excited, but now not so much. We just got to keep going, not a lot of teenagers that are still going in diapers.
Mason has been very helpful in making my life just a little more interesting. The other day I was cleaning the kitchen, the boys were playing quietly, too quietly. I heard Mason encouraging Jack, telling him he could do it and it would be ok. I thought, oh isn't that so sweet, what a nice brother. Then Mason comes running out of the bedroom, beaming, declaring that he had successfully taught jack how to climb out of his crib...great. I tried to instill some fear into jack, telling him that was dangerous and he could get hurt. I thought I might have succeeded, as he had not tried to get out of his bed the last few day. However, after i woke Jack from his nap today, i told him to call me when he was ready to get out of bed, and i would come back and get him. Moments later guess who comes running out from his room. errrr! I guess it's not the worst thing, as i expected to change his bed to a big boy bed shortly anyways. Now it will just be a little sooner.
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