Wednesday, November 30, 2016
I used to think that we make time for what matters most to us and never bought the whole "I didn't have time" thing as an excuse. Well I was wrong, ya'll. So totally wrong. Sometimes there are so many things that matter so much to us that there's absolutely no way you can accomplish them all. And more sincerely, sometimes we have to do things that matter absolutely zilch to us but are necessary to stay alive (#laundry #dishes #makedinner #homework #brushteeth). Alas, such is adult life, amiright?
Writing and this humble blog mean the absolute world to me and yet this last month has been such a whirlwind that I legitimately have not had one split second to write. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that life lately has been such an interesting mix of emotions. One second I feel wholly fulfilled in my service to others and proud of my family life and the very next I realize that I'm completely underwater and am struggling to breath under the pressure and responsibilities. In both circumstances I am tired, but that goes without saying when you learn that Cora has suddenly forgotten how to sleep through the night and last night alone we were up eight times with her. EIGHT TIMES! I wake up early, I go to bed late and I typically don't sit down in the daylight hours. (#tired #sotired #soveryverytired). Alas, such is adult life, amiright?!
Even now I should be preparing my Relief Society lesson for this Sunday, but instead I needed to take a hot second and give this space a little lovin'. So here are a few things I would write about if I actually had time to write:
**Yesterday when I coughed Quinn said, "You OK, Hedder?" I was like, Girl, what'd you call me? She thinks she's the cleverest and I think she's the naughtiest. We're both spot on.
**Ever's prayers lately are THE BEST! If there was an award for greatest prayers, he would win it. A few days ago he thanked Heavenly Father "dat I didn't have any tells-on at school today" and I busted up. The King of the Tattletales, that one. And always the victim. Last night James was home at about eight o'clock which we were all thrilled about since he's been coming home in the middle of the night for weeks. In Ever's prayer he said, "we aw so thankful dat Daddy snuck out of his office wike a ninja so he could be hewe so eawly!" The way he describes things is golden.
**I was cooking turkey pot pie on Sunday for the missionaries and a guest from the ward when my oven randomly turned off and started beeping uncontrollably. I frantically tried to figure out the problem, then I humbly prayed that it would be fixed, then I desperately threw together a new meal for our company--all while Everett crashed a chair through our living room window, our guest entered our home and immediately announced that she was a vegetarian (news to me) and the boys begged to sit at the adult table only to act like complete hooligans. It was not our best night, but it was the greatest comedy of errors and I just can't keep feeling so grateful that the oven didn't break when we were feeding 18 people and cooking a 25 lb turkey on Thanksgiving just four days before. New oven will be here in a week and Everett wasn't hurt, blessings two and three!
**T is in this interesting space between little kid and big kid. He wants to "chat" with the adults because "it's so interesting, even if you only talk about bills and politics" but he also makes weird noises, wants to be held and cuddled on the couch like a wee one and can't control his crazy energy. It's a transitional time for him, for us, and I hope we can make it as painless and graceful as possible.
**When I imagine myself in my head, I see the picture at the top of this post--messy bun on the top of my head, no make-up on my face and a baby in each arm. This is my life right now, these two little loves are glued to me at all times. It's so interesting to me that after so many years of being a boy mom, that for most of my day I'm exclusively a girl mom. It's also interesting that after so many years of independent little friends, I'm once again full speed ahead with needy widdo babies!
**If you ask Quinn if she wants a string cheese she'll tell you, "No, baby cheese" and will then proceed to unwrap her own Baby Bell which she gets by herself from the fridge. Two going on twelve, that one. She also loves apples and goldfish, raisins and yo-gut, and baby fwies (the little crunchy ones are her jam) but if you ask her what her favorite food is she always answers "chicken!" I love that I finally have an eater I can be proud of ;)
**By the light of the Christmas tree I nursed Coco for the last time. It was just a few days ago, and although I hadn't planned on that being the last time I had a sneaking suspicion deep inside that my milk was gone for good. I had never given much thought to the phrase "I lost my milk" but now I'm seeing it through new eyes. One month I was feeding my baby and she was growing and thriving and fattening up and then the next month I was feeding my baby and she was losing weight and crying and unbeknownst to me, suffering. Nothing had changed with my diet, my body, my stress levels, not one darn thing, and I was left looking around trying to figure out where my bounteous supply of milk had gone. I literally lost it, and despite my best efforts I could never find it again. It's really quite sad for me, if I'm being honest. But if I was going to nurse my last baby for the last time, by the light of a beautiful Christmas tree was definitely the way to do it.
I miss writing, I miss this blog, I clearly have way too much to say but I've got to go now. Oh the things I would write, if I had time to write. Someday, someday.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
The boys have almost always donned matchy-matchy Halloween costumes, but this is the first year the whole family got decked out in make-belief goodness. The boys started planning it while eating their trick-or-treating candy last year on Halloween (as they do, next years plans are already in the works!) and since they had just gotten super in to Star Wars it was the obvious choice. They never budged on their characters of choice--T as Kylo Ren and Ever Knight as Luke Skywalker--but the rest of us flipped and flopped until we finally found our Star Wars callings. Coco was supposed to be Yoda (before she was even born...heck, before we even knew her gender) and then we thought she'd be an ewok and Quinny was set to be Princess Leia (although we had an obvious hair dilemma) but then I had the brilliant idea of making both girls droids and I couldn't shake it. I wanted to be Yoda because I love that friend but my boys said I was WAY too tall to be yoda--ba humbug. But then I remembered C3PO and thought it would be darling if all three Wiggy women were droids--and it was! We were rooting for James to be Chewbacca because he does THE BEST impersonation, but he wanted to grow a beard and be Obi Wan Kenobi which was fitting and perfect. No one probably cares about our thought process with these costumes, but as I sit here writing I'm smiling remembering a years worth of planning, negotiating, debating, sewing and brilliantly executing our big Halloween plan. Playing with my people is awfully fun and I'm glad this year we got to do it right!
This picture was taken at our first Halloween party of the season and was a fabulous family dress rehearsal for our main event--the ward trunk or treat. This picture marks the only time for the rest of the season that you'll see Ever's costume without massive amounts of orange (not washable) paint thanks to a pumpkin painting activity that happened about three seconds after we took this. Oh well! Also, this picture made me realize that for the main event I needed to put my hairs up to look more the C3PO part!
That's one half of a totally normal RS Presidency!!!
Happy Halloween 2016!!!
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Ever's pose makes me laugh so hard I want to cry! What a silly little friend I have on my hands. He and his buddy Chase were nice enough to model their spider hats for me. This last week has been so festive in their class and I love it!
Milkshake run after they helped me do some RS service. They're the best little helpers.
Ever was Star of the Week and putting together his poster was so much fun but it also made me cry. I can't believe how fast time is going. My little Ever Knight used to be a chunky little friend dressed up as the Stanford Tree and now he's a big kinder-kid!
Never change Cora Sue, you hear me? You are the greatest, smiliest, loveliest human being on the planet. Thanks for being you, my dear.
Quinny is the greatest little ball player. She pulls out her baseball, bat and tee and will play forever, hitting the ball again and again. She screams, "Mom, watch! Watch me! Wook, Mom!" and will seriously not stop hollering until your eyes are fixed on her. I can't wait until she's old enough to play sports, she's going to love it!
Ever's scooter is broken and a replacement part is in the mail. I'd like to say he's taking it like a champ, but really he's crying and whining and complaining all day. He tries to use Quinn's scooter but she's not necessarily the best sharer in the world and plus, she bully's Ever like crazy (probably because he gives the best/worst reactions). Poor kid. Life is tough!
Mama taking a pic of the little mama taking a pic. Monkey see monkey do much?
The older three were having a "snuggle party" on the couch and T begged me to bring Cora to the party. How in the heck did I get so lucky? Seeing them bundled up on the couch together makes me wish I could have just a couple more...and then the bedtime witching hours leaves me saying, neh...I'm good! They are the best though!
We have the best climbing tree in our front yard. Isn't that what childhood dreams were made of? (Can you spot T up there?)
Wasn't Quinny JUST wearing these pajamas? And now they fit Cora. I swear I'm having major deja vu lately.
Ever Knight and I at the Halloween party in her Kinder class. I helped man the painting table and it was so fun. I love kindergarten!
The kids and I made that cake, what what! And the best part of it was that it tasted DELICIOUS!!! It's banana chocolate chip bundt cake with a cream cheese ring. The kitchen and I usually don't get along all that well, so this was really exciting!
Saturday, October 29, 2016
This was absolutely, positively and totally my favorite moment of the day. Especially since right after this picture was taken the mom was totally over nursing and just walked off and the baby went running after her, begging for more. It was hilarious!
Grandma Winnie has a fan!
The next grouping of pictures cracks me up. Talmage has decided that he LOVES having his picture taken, but only if he gets to pose himself. Each of these were his idea, which is adorable! He even got Ev in on the action. I just wish he'd give me a better smile when the picture location was my idea!
After the Zoo we went to an old 50's diner called Corvette's. James has fond memories of eating at this restaurant as a child, and now our kids will have those same feelings because this place was AWESOME and they can't stop talking about it. Shoot, I can't stop talking about it! There were dancing waitresses donning beehives, there were greasy Elvis burgers and chocolate malts and there was even a live DJ spinning some sweet oldies (and taking requests, Blue Moon was our pick). I can't wait to go back!
I bet you'll never guess what they ordered. Oh, what? A grilled cheese and a hot dog? Fries and orange soda? The same thing they order everywhere we go? Why yes, you are right!
Also at Corvette's? A full arcade! Yep, little boy heaven!
This may sound crazy, but after the super fun day we had my favorite part was probably the ten minutes we spent walking around the San Diego temple on our way home. It was so peaceful and beautiful and as I took this picture of my sweet baby girl with that gorgeous house of the Lord I couldn't help but feel pure joy. I love being a Mormon.
So glad that families are forever!