Update on Sonnet

Just thought I would let everyone know that Sonnet is doing MUCH better now. She finished her race (which in and of itself was a feat) and in the alloted time too. She said this was her version of a one handed thumbs up because she couldn't smile.And I thought I would also let you know that I found out that she DOES have insurance. So she is doing GREAT!

Correction!

In my last blog I put that the e-mail address was stampinforsonnet...it's stampingforsonnet@yahoo.com (stamping with a 'G'). Sorry about that.

Sonnet

I've been meaning to post...but nothing is happening. Not that I'm complaining; that means no broken ribs, legs, arms or any unexpected trips to the ER, no packing or unpacking, moving, or living out of motels...so it's all good.

Oh, I meant to write about this a while ago...my friend Sonnet (some of you may know her and some of you may not) got in a pretty bad biking accident a few weeks ago. As far as I'm aware she does not have insurance (even if she did with the amount of time she's spent at the hospital and Dr. office it would still be a strain I'm sure). So I was going to sell cards and some other items to help raise some money for her. I will be posting picutres of the things I will be selling. 100% of the profit will go to Sonnet. Also, I am with a crating company (Stampin' Up! for those who are familiar with it) and 100% of my commision from this month (and probablly into next since it took so long for me to remember to blog about it) will go to Sonnet. Or if you do not need any scrapbooking/crafting supplies, you may feel free to donate on her behalf. If you have any questions feel free to leave them in the "commment" section of this post. If you need to give personal information (ie, address, e-mail address, ect.) I have an e-mail account stampinforsonnet@yahoo.com that you can send that to. (I am the only one who reads it, but it doesn't have any info link to me so when I reply it will not say my name in the subject line).

Sonnet is doing better. She did make it to the race (the one she was training for when the accident happend). I haven't heard how she did, but I can promise that she gave it her all. :)

My Cute Boys

We were in church on Sunday and we had some recently returned missionaries and a Pre RM speaking. I explained to Topher what a "missionary" was and asked him if he was going to go on a mission. He thought for a second and said "No Mom, I don't go on a mission" I asked him why he didn't want to go on a mission. He said "Mom, I go on THREE missions!" ;) (I told him that sounds like a good idea).

I think that Justin is going to grow up REAL tough...if he survives to the age of 2. I came upstairs, checked on the boys and they were fine. They were all just sitting and watching a movie. So I decided to empty the dishwasher (I'm glad that I didn't decide to do something downstairs). I had only emptied 2 or 3 plates when I turned around and saw Ethan with Justin in a scissor hold. Justin was just sitting there chillin' like there was nothing unusual about his brother "wrestling" with him. My goodness...I guess what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger huh?

Other than playing too rough sometimes, Ethan takes GREAT care of his little brother. When we were outside yesterday he was playing and Justin started crying and he stopped playing IMMEDIATELY and starts yelling "Justin, you OK...I come, I come!" and he ran over to Justin and gave him his bottle and comforted him until he stopped crying and then he went back to play when he was satisfied that Justin was alright.

In a nutshell (alright, so it's a big nutshell)

We had family over this weekend...it was really a lot of fun. The boys were really excited to have kids their own age to play with all weekend. And Chris (yes CHRIS) had a blast in the hotel pool. (Yeah, the kid who screams like he's just chopped his leg off when he gets a drop of water near his eye when he's in the tub). Aunt Beth (who used to be a swim teacher) got him used to the water. By the end he was "swimming" back and forth between Jon and Beth (with floaties and a water noodle) with NO ONE holding him. I never thought I would see the day...and he was actually having fun doing it. The last time, when we were living at that motel, we fought him to even get into the pool...he went kicking and screaming the whole way. We got to spend about 2 min. in the pool that time and then had to get out because Chris was screaming so loud that he was terrifying Ethan. It was a waste of getting into our swim suits. This time we had to fight him to get him out...it was great! Then we had a BBQ at our house (we were VERY grateful for the fully fenced in back yard with 5 boys ages 4 and under). But we had a TON of fun this weekend.

Jon, has ANOTHER cracked rib (at least this time it wasn't Sifu Tony...but it was still from Karate). He really enjoyed having his sisters here too. We were laughing when we went to check them into the motel ALL of us went (Jon, Me, his 2 Sisters and 5 little boys) with them. When we walked into the room Beth started laughing, when we asked what she was laughing about she said she hoped no one thought that we were polygamists...because we sure looked like it. And apparently he also tried to saw his finger off. Topher and Ethan kept jumping on Topher's bed and pushing it all around the room. And it broke, so Jon was fixing it and cut his finger up instead.

I have been cleaning and cleaning and cleaning...and my house still looks the same. Someone once told me that housework is like tying beads with no knot in the end. I have never believed that statement more than I do right at this very moment. I just finished all the laundry on Friday. One weekend later there are 2 weeks worth of clothes...how does that happen? I think my laundry room should be the 8th wonder of the world...it creates dirty clothes on it's own. Oh, and I got to help out ("help" meaning be in charge of) the RS enrichment night. The RS president was supposed to leave on Friday (the enrichment was on Thurs) but her husband apparently was already 1/2 to where they were going and didn't want to have to drive back to get them and then drive back to where he was and continue on (I can't say I blame him, that would make for 6 EXTRA hours of driving). So she called me on Tuesday (I was at the Doctor's office with the boys) and asked if I would be willing to take over. She kept saying that it was going to be a lot like a Stampin' Up! party (without the sales and "business" part of Stampin' Up!), so it should be easy since I'm a demonstrator. I think that she thinks I am more experienced than I am. Really, I mostly do it because I get a discount and it's the only way I can justify spending that much money on scrapbooking. I have only been a demonstrator at 1 party and only been to 3 as a customer...so yeah, I should know what I'm doing right? :O It went well though, I had a lot of fun.

The boys are all growing so fast you wouldn't believe it. I swear they grow 6 months over night. (Children...the 9th wonder of the world huh?)

Chris had so much fun with cousin "Mewl" (Mel). He had to make sure that Mel was coming with us EVERYWHERE. We went out to eat "Mom? Can Mewl com too?" Then when we got to the restaurant "Mom! Mewl's there too!" Then when we stopped at the gas station when we were getting ready to leave Sara pulled up beside us, so when Chris turned around to make sure that they were there he didn't see them. "MOM! STOP! MEL IN THE RED CAR ISN'T THERE!!!" So I showed him that they were right beside us he says "Oh, okay, you can go now." Then at the BBQ they had a lot of fun "relocating the dirt" to the tree who was hungry.

Ethan started playing with Kai after a while. Ethan was HUGE compared to Kai but they are about the same age. And we turned Ethan's room into a playroom. That's been nice. Before my Mom and a few of my siblings came 2 weeks ago, Ethan would wake up SCREAMING like 5 or more times a night. Then one night he woke up once, I comforted him and he went back to sleep and never woke up again until the morning. I was surprised. Then I found him in Topher's room. The next night he slept through the night...but woke up in Topher's room again. So then when my family came we just put his bed in there and he seemed to do fine. So we just kept him in there and set up all of the toys in his old room. So when it gets messy in there I can just shut the door and not worry about it. And the toys don't mess up my living room because the toys stay in the toy room. I really love it.

Justin is almost rolling over. He's at that point where, if he would just kick ONE more time, he could do it. But he doesn't know he is that close. I've decided that it's probably a good thing that the Lord made pregnancy so miserable because if not for the thought of having nine months of that misery, I would be wanting another one already. It seems to get sooner and sooner after each pregnancy. With Chris it was about 8 months after, Ethan about 6 and now Justin at 3. Man, the next one I might be coming out of the hospital ready for another. ;) LOL, I doubt it.

Well, I think this blog has gotten a little out of control, so I think I will be done for now :)

It won't be like this for long...

He didn't have to wake up, he'd been up all night.

Lying there in bed listening to his new born baby cry.

He makes a pot of coffee and splashes water on his face.

His wife gives him a kiss and says it's gonna be okay.

It won't be like this for long.

One day we'll look back laughing at the week we brought her home.

This phase is gonna fly by, so baby just hold on.

It won't be like this for long.

4 years later 'bout 4:30, she's crawlin' in their bed.

And when he drops her off at preschool she's clinging to his leg.

The teacher peels her off of him; he says what can I do?

She says now don't you worry this'll only last a week or two.

It won't be like this for long.

One day soon you'll drop her off and she won't even know you're gone.

This phase is gonna fly by, if you can just hold on.

It won't be like this for long.

Someday soon she'll be a teenager, and at times he'll think she hates him.

Then he'll walk her down the isle and leave her there.

But right now she's up there cryin'

and the truth is that he don't mind.

As he kisses her goodnight and she says her prayers.

He lays down there beside her 'till her eyes are finally closed.

And just watching her it breaks his heart 'cause he already knows.

It won't be like this for long.

One day soon that little girl is gonna be all grown up and gone.

Yeah, this phase is gonna fly by, so he's tryin' to hold on.

'Cause it won't be like this for long.

It won't be like this for long.

It's just been one of those days I've been trying to remember this song. Put things into perspective...you know what matters and what really won't matter. I remember hearing someone tell me that before you discipline or yell ask yourself "Will this matter in 10 years? 5 years? 1 year? A month? A week? Tomorrow?....10 minutes from now?" If the answer is "No" don't worry about it. Let it go. Sometimes I just have a hard time "letting it go". I suddenly feel sorry for my Mom having to go through that "nothing works for discipline" stage with me. It's really irritating. Afterwards you feel terrible because you feel like you disciplined to harshly...and yet, he's completely un-phased by any of it. And then I think about when he's going to be grown up and is going to be the wonderful man that I know he will be; it breaks my heart. Unless his personality changes DRASTICALLY between now and manhood, he will be such a sweet and caring man too. He's not going to grow up to be a terrible person just because he doesn't want to clean his room, or gets a little territorial with his brother, or doesn't eat all of his food at dinner, or if he won't go to bed right away. Or forgets that it's MY job to discipline his brother...not his. It's not going to have eternal consequences if he keeps wanting "just one more drink of water" when he's got a full glass sitting right next to his bed. In the long run, none of that really matters...I just need to remember that.

Popcicles

Last night I told Topher and Ethan they could each have one popsicle before they went to bed. They both had their ONE popsicle and of course had to ask for another (just to see if I forgot I told them only one). I told them "No, I said that you could have ONE. No more." Then Ethan tried to get another one (I'm not entirely sure he even heard me when I said no more). Then I hear Topher yelling "MOM SAID NO MORE!!!!" and a slam...then a crack...then a scream. I looked over and Topher had (inadvertently) slammed the refrigerator door on Ethan's hand. The crack I heard was (unfortunately) Ethan's hand...right on the knuckles. It bruised it, but thankfully, didn't break it. Then Ethan, cuddling his hand and with tears streaming down his face says "Mom? 'cicle (popsicle)?" Alright...I'm not heartless...he got another popsicle.