Saturday, April 28, 2012
The crazy things that are said here!
Briley is starting to talk a lot more these days, it's fun. The one I wanted to remember today that she said was I was reading her a book and when it was finished before I could even say The End, Briley beat me to it with saying "AMEN". At least I know she is kinda listening when we are saying our prayers!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Life!
Life is constantly changing for us, some good some bad. This new change coming to us is a wonderful change, in August we will be adding a new baby to our family! We are very excited about it, even though I am more scared to have this baby then I was to have Briley. With Briley I only had Briley, I could sleep when she slept, or I would call my mom and she would be there in a second and help or let me sleep. I never felt like it was more then I could handle because of my support system with a wonderful husband and family. This baby I am terrified, first I can't call my mom and ask her to come relieve me for a hour or so. I know I could call her and she would drive to Idaho for me, but it would take four hours minimum, and I still have a wonderful husband that will do anything for me, but lets face it we are an Air Force family now and as lucky as I am he is here as much as he is, he still is gone a lot! And my sweet little Briley who loves babies and love to help take care of them, by piling blankets on there faces and then holding them there, taking their bottles out of their mouth and then shove it in their eyes! And just as I said earlier, it has just been Briley and I, so she is spoiled and gets all of my attention. I have a feeling this is going to be a problem, and it terrifies me. This pregnancy has been a lot better then the first, I haven't thrown up and the heart burn hasn't been as bad. What has been bad is I am soooo tired, and I feel like a failure of a mom to Briley. I didn't feel like I could get off the couch, we were so good and making veggies and a fruit at every meal and now I am lucky if I can make anything for awhile it was have Richy go get subway or something like that. Thankfully I have gotten a little more energy now that I am 17 weeks along, and today I felt that baby for the first time and I love that! That really is the best thing about being pregnant for me! So even though I still have 23 weeks to worry about things that I can't control yet, I am very excited about this new change in our lives! And April 12 we will find out what we are having!!!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
2012
Well the New Year has started, and I already have a lot of catching up to do on blogging.But my computer is being weird and wont let me type by the pictures so to explain some of them There is Christmas at our house and our parents house, we celebrated in Idaho early then we were able to go to Utah for a week and a half and spend New Years and Christmas, while we were there Parker got his 9 wisdom teeth out, yes he had 9! So Richy said he would take care of him and they played play stations for the next two days straight!
Briley loves playing with her cousins, the sled she is playing on was giving to her by her great-grandpa (Richy's grandpa) and she loves it, she wanted to be pulled around all day long on it, then Addi and Oak got on to, and they had a wonderful time riding together while people pulled them around the house. Then we finally got snow up here in Idaho, and so we pulled her around the back yard. She had so much fun, she just smiled the whole time and just kept laughing. So thank you Grandpa for the wonderful present! Briley loves books, but the one thing she got from me was she loves to read cook book and those our my favorite books to read. So I walked back from the kitchen and she was sitting just reading all of my cook books on the floor, next she is so funny about the vacuum I can never vacuum first I have to let Briley vacuum then when she is done its my turn. She is crazy, but we love her. She is getting so big, she loves to help me do things around the house, love to talk and sing, and LOVES to dance. She is starting to figure out how to say prays with us and it is so very cute!
Briley loves playing with her cousins, the sled she is playing on was giving to her by her great-grandpa (Richy's grandpa) and she loves it, she wanted to be pulled around all day long on it, then Addi and Oak got on to, and they had a wonderful time riding together while people pulled them around the house. Then we finally got snow up here in Idaho, and so we pulled her around the back yard. She had so much fun, she just smiled the whole time and just kept laughing. So thank you Grandpa for the wonderful present! Briley loves books, but the one thing she got from me was she loves to read cook book and those our my favorite books to read. So I walked back from the kitchen and she was sitting just reading all of my cook books on the floor, next she is so funny about the vacuum I can never vacuum first I have to let Briley vacuum then when she is done its my turn. She is crazy, but we love her. She is getting so big, she loves to help me do things around the house, love to talk and sing, and LOVES to dance. She is starting to figure out how to say prays with us and it is so very cute!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
To the mother of one child
My mom emailed me this poem the other day, and I loved it. To be honest I might have cried a little. This poem is exactly how I feel, in so many ways, and I was so happy to see that some one else felt the same way! So I didn't have to feel like a rotten mom.
To the Mother With Only One Child
by Simcha Fisher
Dear Mother of Only One Child,
Don’t say it. Before the words can even pass your lips, let me beg you: don’t say, “Wow, you have nine kids? I thought it was hard with just my one!”
My dear, it is hard. You’re not being a wuss or a whiner when you feel like your life is hard. I know, because I remember having “only one child.” You may not even believe how many times I stop and reflect on how much easier my life is, now that I have nine children.
All right, so there is a lot more laundry. Keeping up with each child’s needs, and making sure they all get enough attention, is a constant worry. And a stomach bug is pretty much the end of the world, when nine digestive tracts are afflicted.
But I remember having only one child, and it was hard—so very hard. Some of the difficulties were just practical: I didn’t know what I was doing, had to learn everything. People pushed me around because I was young and inexperienced. But even worse were the emotional struggles of learning to be a mother.
When I had only one child, I truly suffered during those long, long, long days in our little apartment, no one but the two of us, baby and me, dealing with each other all day long. I invented errands and dawdled and took the long way home, but still had hours and hours to fill before I would hear my husband’s key in the door.
I cared so much what other people thought about her—they had to notice how beautiful she was, they had to be impressed at my natural mothering skills. I obsessed over childhood development charts, tense with fear that my mothering was lacking—that I hadn’t stimulated her enough, or maybe had just passed on the wrong kind of genes. I cringe when I remember how I pushed her—a little baby!—to achieve milestones she wasn’t ready for.
I lived in terror for her physical safety (I once brought her to Urgent Care, where the doctor somewhat irritably diagnosed a case of moderate sniffles) fearing every imaginable disease and injury. In my sleep-deprived state, I would have sudden insane hallucinations that her head had fallen off, her knees had suddenly broken themselves in the night, and so on.
My husband didn’t know how to help me. I didn’t know how to ask for help. My husband had become a father, and I adored him for it. My husband got to leave the house every day, and sleep every night. He got to go to the bathroom alone. I hated him for it.
When I had only one child, I told myself over and over that motherhood was fulfilling and sanctifying and was filling my heart to the brim with peace and satisfaction. And so I felt horribly guilty for being so bored, so resentful, so exhausted. This is a joyful time, [darn it:]! I should enjoy being suddenly transformed into the Doyenne of Anything that Smells Bad.
I loved my baby, I loved pushing her on the swing, watching squirrels at the park together, introducing her to apple sauce, and watching her lips move in joyful dreams of milk. But it was hard, hard, hard. All this work: is this who I am now? I remember!
So now? Yes, the practical parts are a thousand times easier: I’m a virtuoso. I worry, but then I move along. Nobody pushes me around, and I have helpers galore. Someone fetches clean diapers and gets rid of the dirty ones. When the baby wakes up in the middle of the night for the ten thousandth time, I sigh and roll my eyes, maybe even cry a little bit for sheer tiredness—but I know it will pass, it will pass.
It’s becoming easier, and it will be easier still. They are passing me by.
I’m broken in. There’s no collision of worlds. We’re so darn busy that it’s a sheer delight to take some time to wash some small child’s small limbs in a quiet bath, or to read The Story of Ferdinand one more time. Taking care of them is easy. It’s tiring, it’s frustrating, but when I stop and take a breath, I see that it’s almost like a charade of work. All these things, the dishes, the diapers, the spills—they must be taken care of, but they don’t matter. They aren’t who I am.
To become a mother, I had to learn how to care about someone more than I did about myself, and that was terrible. But who I am now is something more terrible: the protector who can’t always protect; the one with arms that are designed to hold, always having to let go.
Dear mother of only one child, don’t blame yourself for thinking that your life is hard. You’re suffering now because you’re turning into a new woman, a woman who is never allowed to be alone. For what? Only so that you can become strong enough to be a woman who will be left.
When I had only one child, she was so heavy. Now I can see that children are as light as air. They float past you, nudging against you like balloons as they ascend.
Dear mother, don’t worry about enjoying your life. Your life is hard; your life will be hard. That doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong—it means you’re doing it right.
To the Mother With Only One Child
by Simcha Fisher
Dear Mother of Only One Child,
Don’t say it. Before the words can even pass your lips, let me beg you: don’t say, “Wow, you have nine kids? I thought it was hard with just my one!”
My dear, it is hard. You’re not being a wuss or a whiner when you feel like your life is hard. I know, because I remember having “only one child.” You may not even believe how many times I stop and reflect on how much easier my life is, now that I have nine children.
All right, so there is a lot more laundry. Keeping up with each child’s needs, and making sure they all get enough attention, is a constant worry. And a stomach bug is pretty much the end of the world, when nine digestive tracts are afflicted.
But I remember having only one child, and it was hard—so very hard. Some of the difficulties were just practical: I didn’t know what I was doing, had to learn everything. People pushed me around because I was young and inexperienced. But even worse were the emotional struggles of learning to be a mother.
When I had only one child, I truly suffered during those long, long, long days in our little apartment, no one but the two of us, baby and me, dealing with each other all day long. I invented errands and dawdled and took the long way home, but still had hours and hours to fill before I would hear my husband’s key in the door.
I cared so much what other people thought about her—they had to notice how beautiful she was, they had to be impressed at my natural mothering skills. I obsessed over childhood development charts, tense with fear that my mothering was lacking—that I hadn’t stimulated her enough, or maybe had just passed on the wrong kind of genes. I cringe when I remember how I pushed her—a little baby!—to achieve milestones she wasn’t ready for.
I lived in terror for her physical safety (I once brought her to Urgent Care, where the doctor somewhat irritably diagnosed a case of moderate sniffles) fearing every imaginable disease and injury. In my sleep-deprived state, I would have sudden insane hallucinations that her head had fallen off, her knees had suddenly broken themselves in the night, and so on.
My husband didn’t know how to help me. I didn’t know how to ask for help. My husband had become a father, and I adored him for it. My husband got to leave the house every day, and sleep every night. He got to go to the bathroom alone. I hated him for it.
When I had only one child, I told myself over and over that motherhood was fulfilling and sanctifying and was filling my heart to the brim with peace and satisfaction. And so I felt horribly guilty for being so bored, so resentful, so exhausted. This is a joyful time, [darn it:]! I should enjoy being suddenly transformed into the Doyenne of Anything that Smells Bad.
I loved my baby, I loved pushing her on the swing, watching squirrels at the park together, introducing her to apple sauce, and watching her lips move in joyful dreams of milk. But it was hard, hard, hard. All this work: is this who I am now? I remember!
So now? Yes, the practical parts are a thousand times easier: I’m a virtuoso. I worry, but then I move along. Nobody pushes me around, and I have helpers galore. Someone fetches clean diapers and gets rid of the dirty ones. When the baby wakes up in the middle of the night for the ten thousandth time, I sigh and roll my eyes, maybe even cry a little bit for sheer tiredness—but I know it will pass, it will pass.
It’s becoming easier, and it will be easier still. They are passing me by.
I’m broken in. There’s no collision of worlds. We’re so darn busy that it’s a sheer delight to take some time to wash some small child’s small limbs in a quiet bath, or to read The Story of Ferdinand one more time. Taking care of them is easy. It’s tiring, it’s frustrating, but when I stop and take a breath, I see that it’s almost like a charade of work. All these things, the dishes, the diapers, the spills—they must be taken care of, but they don’t matter. They aren’t who I am.
To become a mother, I had to learn how to care about someone more than I did about myself, and that was terrible. But who I am now is something more terrible: the protector who can’t always protect; the one with arms that are designed to hold, always having to let go.
Dear mother of only one child, don’t blame yourself for thinking that your life is hard. You’re suffering now because you’re turning into a new woman, a woman who is never allowed to be alone. For what? Only so that you can become strong enough to be a woman who will be left.
When I had only one child, she was so heavy. Now I can see that children are as light as air. They float past you, nudging against you like balloons as they ascend.
Dear mother, don’t worry about enjoying your life. Your life is hard; your life will be hard. That doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong—it means you’re doing it right.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
More on the Christmas Treat
I know I posted about this already but so this is pretty much for my mom, but this is Briley showing her excitement getting the candy!
We make things work!
So there was a house down the street form our, that had a table and chairs for free! And I have plenty of time on my hands so I wanted it so I can refinish it! (Paige I am going to need you to take about a week off of work to help me) So Richy being so wonderful said I could get it.Now the next problem, we had no idea how to get it home, after a minute of pondering Richy's idea was just to carry it on his back,I thought that was to embarrassing! So we went with my way use the stroller, it worked really good actually! I am sure people looked out their window and thought we were so crazy for doing this but it is here are ready to be finished!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Not much to say!
Well I don't have much to say in this post not much has happen in the last little while! But I have Pictures so they can show you what we have been doing!
So to explain this picture, my mom made us a cute little count down to Christmas with candy kisses and a little ornament, she even made it to match the other decorations in my house. But anyways now Bri has figured out the there is candy in there so every morning she walks over to it points and says treat, treat over and over again! Richy and Bri both love this because they get candy and I am pretty sure Richy is as excited as Briley is every day to take another candy out, so it has been their little thing every day to take one out together. Now if Richy is carrying Briley and just walks past it she gets all excited saying treat, treat. Thinking he is taking her to get another one! But................
This is what happens when you tell her to wait for dad, or you already had one, its good my mom isn't here she would just give in to that face and get her more! It has been fun to have around to count down to Christmas though!
Briley helping me make caramel (don't worry t
he oven wasn't on yet, she couldn't get burned) She just wanted to help.
Her first pigtails!
She loves her winnie the pooh! Giving him kisses!
This isn't the best picture of this but Briley loves to glare at people, the first time my friend Tyler saw it he laughed so hard and said "Oh I have seen this glare before, from your mom!" She is really good at it, and knows just when to glare at you, like when you put her to bed, or change her diaper or take things away!
Just reading her books!
This was out Family Home Evening activity decorate sugar cookies, Bri just ate the frosting off.
Just being silly!
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