Guess what my girls are having for breakfast this morning?
Salad and Pickles.
That is what they asked for. They must take after their dad in the not liking breakfast food.
In my defense, Morgan did have a waffle before her pickles.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Bag Balm: Not just for Chapped Teats
Last night, Morgan would NOT go to sleep. I kept hearing her calling "Mommy, what happened to you?" I just ignored her thinking she would eventually fall asleep. That is, until I walked past her room and smelled (through the door) the unmistakable smell of Bag Balm. I opened her door to find her COVERED in it. She had it smeared all over her face (including her eyes) on her legs and feet, her hands, her back. She had rubbed it into the sheets (luckily it didn't get on her beloved blanket). It was EVERYWHERE! So, Scott stripped the bed and remade it while I gave her a bath, which was pretty much pointless, since that stuff doesn't like to come off. While she was in the bath, I asked her why she had done that.
Her response: "I was jus puddin mesisin (medicine) on my wips (lips). "
How could I be mad at that?
The plus side? She was particularly soft this morning!
Her response: "I was jus puddin mesisin (medicine) on my wips (lips). "
How could I be mad at that?
The plus side? She was particularly soft this morning!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Reflections
I don't even really know what I want to say, so just be warned that this may be a rambling post.
Today I helped serve at a luncheon following a funeral for a woman in our ward. I did not know her, as she hasn't been to church in many years, but it hit me hard. This woman was exactly one day younger than me. She had three children: 2 girls and then a boy, ages 6, 4, and 2. As I thought about her and the similarities between her life and mine, it made me really reflect.
This woman went to bed last week with a toothache and never woke up. The autopsy was unable to determine the cause of death.
It made me think about how fragile life is.
I wonder if she kissed her children before bed, or if they went to bed fighting, like my girls so often do. I wonder if she spent her time that day playing with them, or if she spent the day watching TV or on the computer, like I so often do. I wonder if she yelled at her kids that day, like I often do, or if she snuggled with them all day.
I am sure she was a wonderful mother and wife.
I know that I can do better as a wife and mother. I need to remember that life is fragile. That any moment could be my last. Would I want my kids to remember me as the yelling, mean mom, or as a loving, nice mom? Would my kids remember the times we spent playing games or dolls or going to the park together, or would they remember that I put on a movie, so that I could be online or take a quick nap?
And so, it is this day, not New Year's Day, but January 19, that I resolve to be the kind of wife and mom that I would want my kids and husband to remember. I know we will still have bad days, but I am going to try my best to speak kind, loving words. To spend the majority of my time with my family, not with my online friends. I don't EVER want my family to wonder if I loved them, if Tomorrow never comes.
Today I helped serve at a luncheon following a funeral for a woman in our ward. I did not know her, as she hasn't been to church in many years, but it hit me hard. This woman was exactly one day younger than me. She had three children: 2 girls and then a boy, ages 6, 4, and 2. As I thought about her and the similarities between her life and mine, it made me really reflect.
This woman went to bed last week with a toothache and never woke up. The autopsy was unable to determine the cause of death.
It made me think about how fragile life is.
I wonder if she kissed her children before bed, or if they went to bed fighting, like my girls so often do. I wonder if she spent her time that day playing with them, or if she spent the day watching TV or on the computer, like I so often do. I wonder if she yelled at her kids that day, like I often do, or if she snuggled with them all day.
I am sure she was a wonderful mother and wife.
I know that I can do better as a wife and mother. I need to remember that life is fragile. That any moment could be my last. Would I want my kids to remember me as the yelling, mean mom, or as a loving, nice mom? Would my kids remember the times we spent playing games or dolls or going to the park together, or would they remember that I put on a movie, so that I could be online or take a quick nap?
And so, it is this day, not New Year's Day, but January 19, that I resolve to be the kind of wife and mom that I would want my kids and husband to remember. I know we will still have bad days, but I am going to try my best to speak kind, loving words. To spend the majority of my time with my family, not with my online friends. I don't EVER want my family to wonder if I loved them, if Tomorrow never comes.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
My Little Eye
This is how I often find Morgan lately:
Sitting on her sister's bed reading her "My Little Eye" books.Saturday, January 10, 2009
Just hanging out.
We have ah a pretty boring couple of weeks (mostly due to the weather) but here are a few pics to keep you appeased until we do something more exciting.
Christmas Dresses (actually purchased the week after for 1/2 off)
The hair:
Doin' a bit of Yoga:
And finally, becuase I know you all were just dying to see, Me at 21 weeks:
Christmas Dresses (actually purchased the week after for 1/2 off)
The hair:
Doin' a bit of Yoga:
And finally, becuase I know you all were just dying to see, Me at 21 weeks:
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