Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Teenager
Every now and then, it hits me that I have a teenager. Savannah grew up way too fast, but she has turned into such an amazing young woman. Her friend across the street had a glow in the dark birthday party, and Savannah came home having had a blast. This girl of mine is beautiful, inside and out.
Wendy's
One of Owen and Kate's favorite things, is going to Little Gym on Mondays, and then getting Wendy's on the way home for lunch. Kate thinks she's big enough to feed herself these days. On this particular day, I think more of the frosty ended up on her and the table than in her mouth, but boy was she happy.
All Girl
Kate is all girl. She loves all the pretty dressups and hair dos. She loves getting her fingers painted, and begs for Savannah to do it for her.
And she loves to help me with my makeup. She stands and watches me as I do my makeup and I have to pretend to put it on her too. But lately, she's decided that she can put makeup on by herself, and whenever I find her a being a little too quiet, I know to check my bathroom. She gets my liquid eyeliner, and uses it as lipstick.
This time she got into my eyeliner and my mascara. What am I going to do with her?!
And she loves to help me with my makeup. She stands and watches me as I do my makeup and I have to pretend to put it on her too. But lately, she's decided that she can put makeup on by herself, and whenever I find her a being a little too quiet, I know to check my bathroom. She gets my liquid eyeliner, and uses it as lipstick.
This time she got into my eyeliner and my mascara. What am I going to do with her?!
Best Christmas Gift Ever
I think it's safe to say, that the best Christmas gift this year, was Nate's fart gun. I busted up laughing when I found this paper in Nate's backpack. I'm sure his teacher got a good laugh out of it too.
Kate especially loves the fart gun. She pulls the trigger, then makes a face and says, "Ewww!" and then just laughs and laughs.
Kate especially loves the fart gun. She pulls the trigger, then makes a face and says, "Ewww!" and then just laughs and laughs.
Uncle George
My Uncle George was the best. I was 10 when my grandpa Hayes died. My Uncle George decided that us girls still needed a grandpa, and he stepped in to fill that roll. We were treated just like his grandkids.
He was always such a fun man to be around, always joking. He had smashed his thumb when he was working as a welder, and had lost the tip of his thumb nail. He told us all that Aunt Wanda bit it off. My Aunt Wanda is the most gentlest and kindest of people, and yet, we believed him because he could tell such a believable story. I have such wonderful memories of Christmas Eves at their house. Santa would make a visit, and we would each get to sit on his lap, and he'd reach into his big red sack and produce a present for each of us with our name on it. I did that every year, from the time I was born, till I got married and moved away. I have so many wonderful memories from growing up with my Uncle George. I really loved him.
Around Christmas time this year, he was hospitalized for pneumonia. He was in and out of the hospital for weeks, before he finally passed away. He was 86.
The funeral was on a Friday, with a viewing the night before. Scott and I decided that it would be too hard for the whole family to go (Sara had basketball practice, the kids all had school, Nate had his gymnastics show, Aaron and Josh had scouts, Kate was still recovering from her stomach bug, etc). So I decided to go by myself. I planned to leave Thursday afternoon, and come home the next day. As I was getting packed up to go Thursday morning, Owen decided that he really wanted to come with me. So, I let him tag along. I was happy to have his company. Scott took those two days off work, and stayed home with Kate.
The trip was a quick one, with lots of driving. Owen slept for a good portion of the drive there and for all but the last half hour of the drive home.
Owen loved the little bit of play time that he got at Grandma Sorensen's house.
Ready for the funeral. Owen was so good the entire funeral. He sat quietly by me and didn't complain once about having to sit so long.
Scott took Sara (and Kate) to basketball practice.
And Scott attended Nate's gymnastics show for me (lucky Nate, was the only boy in the class).
He was always such a fun man to be around, always joking. He had smashed his thumb when he was working as a welder, and had lost the tip of his thumb nail. He told us all that Aunt Wanda bit it off. My Aunt Wanda is the most gentlest and kindest of people, and yet, we believed him because he could tell such a believable story. I have such wonderful memories of Christmas Eves at their house. Santa would make a visit, and we would each get to sit on his lap, and he'd reach into his big red sack and produce a present for each of us with our name on it. I did that every year, from the time I was born, till I got married and moved away. I have so many wonderful memories from growing up with my Uncle George. I really loved him.
Around Christmas time this year, he was hospitalized for pneumonia. He was in and out of the hospital for weeks, before he finally passed away. He was 86.
The funeral was on a Friday, with a viewing the night before. Scott and I decided that it would be too hard for the whole family to go (Sara had basketball practice, the kids all had school, Nate had his gymnastics show, Aaron and Josh had scouts, Kate was still recovering from her stomach bug, etc). So I decided to go by myself. I planned to leave Thursday afternoon, and come home the next day. As I was getting packed up to go Thursday morning, Owen decided that he really wanted to come with me. So, I let him tag along. I was happy to have his company. Scott took those two days off work, and stayed home with Kate.
The trip was a quick one, with lots of driving. Owen slept for a good portion of the drive there and for all but the last half hour of the drive home.
Owen loved the little bit of play time that he got at Grandma Sorensen's house.
Ready for the funeral. Owen was so good the entire funeral. He sat quietly by me and didn't complain once about having to sit so long.
The weather was cold and snowy. After the cemetery, we all met back at the church for a family lunch. My cousin Neal (George's son), and not been able to come for the funeral. His wife, Stephanie, has been battling breast cancer the last couple of years. They had finally ceased all treatment, and knew that her time was really close. In the days leading up to the funeral, she declined quickly. Neal knew that if he came for the funeral, she could pass while he was gone, so he stayed by his wife's side. He recorded his talk, and they played it over the microphone at the funeral. As we all met back at the church for the lunch, we got word that Stephanie had passed. It was a sobering time. She leaves behind 3 young children (ages 5, 8, 11). But we all took comfort that Uncle George was there to meet her in heaven.
I don't know why some people's lives are cut short, but I do know that our Heavenly Father loves us and that he does have a plan. We all took comfort that day, as the news of Stephanie came, knowing that families are eternal, and that we will all be together again some day.
Meanwhile, back at home, Scott did awesome taking care of everyone. He and Kate got some quality time together.
Scott took Sara (and Kate) to basketball practice.
And Scott attended Nate's gymnastics show for me (lucky Nate, was the only boy in the class).
I appreciated that Scott was so willing to take care of everyone so I could attend the funeral. I have a great husband.
Sick Kids
Two weeks ago, I came down with a miserable cold. Miserable. Just as I was beginning to feel better, Kate got sick. Wednesday she threw up in the morning and again in the afternoon. I spent the entire day with her on my lap. By evening she seemed to be better. I hoped that the sickness would stop there. But it didn't.
Friday (while I was at the funeral), I got a text from Scott saying that Nate had thrown up at school. When Scott went to pick him up, the principal told him Nate was the 26th kid to go home sick that day!
I arrived home that evening and Nate was still very sick. At 2:30 in the morning, I heard gagging, and ran out into the living room, to see Josh throwing up over the kitchen sink. I asked him where else he'd thrown up, and he told me his bed. I went into his bed, and quickly turned right back around and went in to wake up Scott. I told him it was a bigger job than I could handle by myself. So the two of us went in to clean it up together. Scott held the garbage sack, while I used paper towels to try and mop up the mess. There was a lot to clean up. Once I'd gotten most of it off the bed, we gathered up the sheets and put them in the wash. Then we got Josh settled on the couch with a bowl, and we went back to bed. I spent the next hour listening for Josh, and getting up to empty his bowl for him every 10 minutes, as he continued to throw up.
The next day, I decided I needed to get away and go work out at the gym. I'd taken the whole week off because of my cold, and I was anxious to get back into a regular routine. Scott gave me permission to join a gym for Christmas, and we joined New Year's Day. I did really good the first week, going 4 times that week. But then I took the whole week off with being sick with my cold. So, on Saturday, I laced up my shoes and forced myself to go work out. Scott sent me this picture while I was there, with the title, "Next one up". Oh the joys of having lots of kids!
Thankfully, it seems to have stopped there (fingers crossed), and we haven't had any sickness since Sara. Hopefully we can all stay healthy now for a while.
Friday (while I was at the funeral), I got a text from Scott saying that Nate had thrown up at school. When Scott went to pick him up, the principal told him Nate was the 26th kid to go home sick that day!
I arrived home that evening and Nate was still very sick. At 2:30 in the morning, I heard gagging, and ran out into the living room, to see Josh throwing up over the kitchen sink. I asked him where else he'd thrown up, and he told me his bed. I went into his bed, and quickly turned right back around and went in to wake up Scott. I told him it was a bigger job than I could handle by myself. So the two of us went in to clean it up together. Scott held the garbage sack, while I used paper towels to try and mop up the mess. There was a lot to clean up. Once I'd gotten most of it off the bed, we gathered up the sheets and put them in the wash. Then we got Josh settled on the couch with a bowl, and we went back to bed. I spent the next hour listening for Josh, and getting up to empty his bowl for him every 10 minutes, as he continued to throw up.
The next day, I decided I needed to get away and go work out at the gym. I'd taken the whole week off because of my cold, and I was anxious to get back into a regular routine. Scott gave me permission to join a gym for Christmas, and we joined New Year's Day. I did really good the first week, going 4 times that week. But then I took the whole week off with being sick with my cold. So, on Saturday, I laced up my shoes and forced myself to go work out. Scott sent me this picture while I was there, with the title, "Next one up". Oh the joys of having lots of kids!
Thankfully, it seems to have stopped there (fingers crossed), and we haven't had any sickness since Sara. Hopefully we can all stay healthy now for a while.
Owen Gymnastics
Last week was show week for gymnastics. Owen was a super star!
Kate had a really hard time staying in her seat and not being part of the action (she snuck into the train).
Floor routine- somersaults and monkey jumps.
Me trying to get Kate to sit with me, by letting her take selfies, but she wasn't happy about that.
The bars routine. Owen went all the way around the bar for the very first time (of course with lots of help).
And the beam routine. He kept trying to push Miss Christina's hands away and tell her he didn't need help.
He loved standing on the "podium" and getting his card.
Showing off more tricks.
Floor routine- somersaults and monkey jumps.
Me trying to get Kate to sit with me, by letting her take selfies, but she wasn't happy about that.
The bars routine. Owen went all the way around the bar for the very first time (of course with lots of help).
And the beam routine. He kept trying to push Miss Christina's hands away and tell her he didn't need help.
He loved standing on the "podium" and getting his card.
Christmas Break
We had two full weeks off of school for Christmas break, and it went by entirely too fast. We loved being all together and just relaxing.
Kate loved having all her older siblings around to wait on her hand and foot. It was a sad day when break ended, and all the big kids had to go back to school.
So now I'm back to just hanging out with these two during the day.
I've been trying to organize and declutter the house. It's going pretty darn slow. On this day, I was going through Kate's closets, and she picked out an outfit for herself. This little one is so girly and loves dressing up.
Owen claimed a diaper box that I emptied, and spent all day with a little pair of scissors, cutting it up to create a spaceship. With these two around, any organizing I get done, is always undone within minutes. But I wouldn't trade these two for a clean house.
Kate loved having all her older siblings around to wait on her hand and foot. It was a sad day when break ended, and all the big kids had to go back to school.
So now I'm back to just hanging out with these two during the day.
I've been trying to organize and declutter the house. It's going pretty darn slow. On this day, I was going through Kate's closets, and she picked out an outfit for herself. This little one is so girly and loves dressing up.
Owen claimed a diaper box that I emptied, and spent all day with a little pair of scissors, cutting it up to create a spaceship. With these two around, any organizing I get done, is always undone within minutes. But I wouldn't trade these two for a clean house.
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