my desires today

1. this drink:



2. to not have to change another poopy diaper in my lifetime.
3. to return to my daily routine.
4. for the laundry fairy to hurry up and come already.
5. to not have to learn a disco routine for young women's tonight.
6. to go to bed and to wake up feeling well.
7. to go to bed and to wake up skinner.
8. for the presidential elections to just hurry up and end to put me out of my misery.
9. to remember what it was like to have a good blog post idea.
10. to see less of this:

anxiously awaiting...

Until approximately December 16th, my family's husband/daddy time is very sparse. What with the mere 21 credits , full time work as a construction manager, a church calling, BYU games, and manly lawn mowing, horse feeding, and light bulb changing responsibilities around the home... there is just not that much time left. But we still manage to squeeze in our family time wherever possible. Mostly that is spent on the weekends.
This week and this weekend Brian has been and will be at a work conference thingy in lovely Arizona. So, the kids and I are on our own.

There are a few downsides to having Brian gone:

1. I feel very creepy and strange laughing out loud to the Office all by myself.
2. The kids expect party central 24-7.
3. No one has a worse day than me to make me feel much better than my little situation.
4. No one comes home at night to relay funny daily mishaps like his headlight randomly flying off on the freeway then his car conveniently overheating on his way to a midterm.

But it's not all bad... There is a bright side; like:

1. No cooking for me! This is especially appreciated right now as I am in the middle of the every-smell-makes-me-vomit stage in my pregnancy.
2. A smaller, much quieter bed buddy. (i.e. Hailey doesn't snore near as loud)
3. Seeing how much the kids miss him.
4. Getting the chance to leave him really dorky messages on his cell in the hopes that he will listen to them and laugh out loud at a really inappropriate time.
5. Knowing he's getting a vacation from a sick and complaining wife!!

But with all that said, we can't wait until Sunday!

disturbing...

I was feeling very sick this afternoon. Shocking, yes. Oh, and I swear this is the last post I will complain, but honestly it's all I am about as of late. But anyway, I decided I just needed to take a nap and see if I could sleep it off. Hailey was watching some Nick Jr. while I dozed.
As her show ended, something very loud and obnoxious roused me from sleep.



This was disturbing to me on many levels. It also made me ponder a few things...

First, who is the guy in orange and what is on his head? Does he realize his head looks more cone like than my babies after they spend entirely too much time in the birth canal?

Remember the day when Barney was the weirdest thing around? What are they trying to do to our children?

Why doesn't the monster chew his food? Or swallow things like bones?

Isn't it a little creepy that his food is talking to him and he is more than happy to devour it?

And did it, or did it not make your stomach queasy?

Pregnant and sick, or not....
that was not what I wanted to wake up to.

in sickness...

Being sick puts you in this thick fog. The world goes on without you and sometimes the fog clears enough for you to see through it and peek in on the rest of the world. I have very foggy times and I have clear times; all in the space of a day. As much as I hate being sick, what I really hate is not being the same mom, wife, advisor, friend, sister, blogger, that I want to be. So until that moment comes where I am able to rejoin the world and welcome myself back to normalcy, I have to be grateful for little things.
Thing like:


My kids telling me to go lay in the bed they will take care of things. Then coming out to find chip crumbs all over the couch, toys covering every inch of carpet, and water droplets all over the floor from the pedicures they decided to give each other.


Or like the husband who can rarely physically be here, giving me flowers and the beloved DP so he provide a reminder of his moral support.
Or sweet moments from the resident monster.



After watching me throw up in the toilet and asking me 100 times if I was sick and me constantly affirming that yes, in fact mommy is sick, he grabs my hand, leads me to the couch. He tells me to be right back. He comes back proudly with his offering of a very dirty, but much beloved blanket and pacifier. He pushes them at my face and says, "Here. Now don't cry, k?" I take the blanket (try to ignore how gross it is) give him a kiss, and do my best not to cry at how much I love all the little thoughtful moments my family showers me with.
I can live with a little throwing up when I have these people around me.

sorry folks...

I am having trouble with the motivation required to blog lately...
Why?
1. my frequent urge to vomit.
2. my pregnancy induced narcolepsy.
3. the lack of anything going on in my home to write about other than 1 and 2.
4. my general overwhelmed state of mind as of late.

I have however had very strange dreams. Most of them are pretty uninteresting, but just know they almost always include something as strange as this:




pregnancy... isn't is wonderful?

joyful mother moments

Today, Jonas came home with a map he drew at school of important places in the city; places like the firehouse, hospital, the school... But what got me was the little building in the top left corner:Target.
You know, as a mother you work so hard to make sure your kids have their priorities straight. It's just really nice when you see the fruits of your labors, ya know?