30 day mom challenge

Ive been thinking a lot lately on how I can be a better mom. The little lady now being out of school for the summer and 2 little boys entering this rotten stage I have to constanly tell aadn reassure myself I am still a good mom no matter how my kids act. Decided to try something out of the ordinary. Have I told you how much I love pinterest? 

30 day mom challenge 

Think itll help? 

Just click on the link and choose between color and B&W. 

Enjoy.

For the past month....

You would not believe the craziness we have dealt with in the past month. Hence why I haven't blogged. Not lazy people- Just one extra busy mommy. And I wont overload you with too many details.

Starting off by talking about our little devil child Zac. Looks can be deceiving. Cute but naughty by nature. The particular morning I caught him getting into my weekly pill box. Off the the ER I go. There for hours. Little man actually held still most the time.

Guess the "sleeping pills" he ate kicked in finally...

Turned out fine. Relief. This kid may be the death of me...or himself...

Same week. No joke. Took the kids for what I thought was a regular doctors visits filled with immunizations. Yes, all of them. Joy for mommy.

Disclaimer: If you dont wanna hear medical crap or anything tmi..stop reading. 

Alan and I have had problems potty training Xander. He's actually really good at knowing when to go, but let's just say the hose wasn't cooperating.  He'd literally spray the wall, the morror, sink, and anything within shooting distance. Little man thought it was funny. This Cinderella didnt.

Mentioned it to the doctor at this visit and it was confirmed and the same day I was sent to a urologist. 3 kids-one needing a nap and all of whom got pluthera of shots. Kill mommy now.

Urologist took one look at him at immediately was setting up a surgery date for a "Meatotomy"

meatotomy  me·a·tot·o·my (mē'ə-tŏt'ə-mē)
n.
 An incision made to enlarge a meatus, as of the urethra or ureter. Also called porotomy . 

Long story short little man came out just fine. 

Potty training is a breeze now. I love not having to assist. 

To be continued...

for hire

Wanted: 

A maid. 

For tired exhausted mom. 

House is a disaster.

Thinking of actually putting those FLYLADY emails to use.

Unless you wanna volunteer to come over and do it for me?

Perhaps watch my kids?

No?

Ok, flylady it is.

Easter 2012

Listening to my kids screaming. Tempted to lock them out on the porch just so I can sit and drink my coke (shhhh don't tell mister) and blog. But I'm afraid I may get in trouble for that one. ( read last post if you're confused on why)

Easter. Not one of my favorite holidays. In Utah the weather is soo unpredictable. Can't tell you how many Easter egg hunts we've had in a few inches of snow. Never been a fan of coloring Easter eggs either. A tradition I'm tempted to veto at the Abode cause I despise it THAT much. Plastic eggs are a good replacement. Besides would you rather have a plastic egg that's easy to open and is filled with goodies rather than a dumb hard boiled egg? (I do love a good hard boiled egg ironically...just dont like the work it takes.)

Found out that my sister in law's step son's homecoming was on Easter. So we decided to celebrate in a day early. Fun on Saturday then the spiritual part of Easter on Sunday. A tradition that I  think may just stay. 

Saturday morning kids woke up to a bucket full of candy and a few other items. Kymber says "Christmas is better than Easter..." Well ya. Duh. But then I had to explain to her that  in a spiritual sense Christmas ans Easter go hand in hand. For a 5 1/2 year old Im pretty sure she understood for the most part.

Here's our little Easter egg hunt at the Palmer's...in the snow. 

he finally figure out what it all meant. delighted little boy.

all he thought the eggs were were little balls. found out it had candy in it. became obsessed. SUGAR HIGH!

 

The mister ended up throwing his back out the evening before, so me and sis went with grandma and grandpa up to Aunt Glory's house without him and the boys. 

Oh they were sooo cute for Easter....!!!

To read about LDS easter 

in the words of Ezra Taft Benson:  

Meaning of Easter- 1992 Ensign

Becareful what you post on Facebook

Nothing more frustrating then typing up a lost post on an app in your phone only to find it not working the next day. It was supposed to be THIS post. May be a good idea anyway to not go into much detail about a few crazy current events happening at the abode...

Regarless of how much you think the people on your facebook "friend list" are all friends and that you think can say what you want on it without anyone caring...BIG LIE. Sorry if it is one of you that I am talking about. Actually Im not sorry. Here we go....

Facebook post a few weeks ago (paraphrased mind you) "Convinced the mister to changed the door knobs around on the kids doors. He said it may just be illegal. Eat that CPS! Its either that or something worse!" COMPLETE JOKE PEOPLE. Come on. If you know me AND my past you'd know this is merely just a mommy thing to say.  Well, long story short someone out there called the cops to do a well child check on me. Who, by the way, was very nice and trusted me and could see that I'm a good mom. Also I was informed it is NOT illegal. Just in case any of you were wondering....

I have never been so mad that I wanted to cry. What a judgement about my character and how I raise my children....  

Oh the story isnt over yet. 

Kymber went to her dad's for a weekend visit as she does every other weekend.

I recieved a text that Friday night from Sperm donor. 

"I sure had an intersting conversation with Kymber tonight. One that I actually recorded because it was really pissing me off"

Me: oh how suprising coming from you... "And"

SD: "Well its going to get brought up in court and I have been really tempted to call dcfs. She was talking about how you and Alan changed the locks around on the door to her room to she cant get outin the morning. You want me to send you the recording? or do you just want to hear it when we go to court over the name change?

I am  freaking pissed about it. So I want you to know it better change quick. 

Or I am pressing child abuse charges.

Me: fuming mad. some things never change.. "Actually it is not against the law. Authorities have been talked to already. It was changed so that my kids dont lock themselves in their room for the time being. I appreciate your concern but it has already been discussed" 

SD: "Well I am still reporting it. Because it pissed me off! Its child abuse when you lock them in th overnight. If that is the case you need to buy door knobs that dont have locks. So sense you say it is so called 'NOT AGAINST THE LAW' I will be reporting it to dcfs. Just an FYI. "

and here is the kicker people...

SD: " You must have learned that one from your dad"

One stab strait to the heart. Those of you who know me know that as a child I was physically and sexually abused by my dad. Comparing me to the person I hate the most is probably one of the worst things you could ever do. Hurt me enough that I cannot stop thinking about it. HOW DARE YOU!!! 

Another post more in depth later someday about what really happened in the past for those of you who are curious. Ive nothing to hide...

Enough on that. Ive vented. Now please tell me...I'm not a bad mother am I?

Continued updating and I even include picitures this time

Honestly I cant wait until Ive caught up with updating. Tired of talking about the past. 

However, yesterday in Sunday school our lesson was on keeping a journal. Made me feel better I started the bloggy up again. At least for the kids sake.

 Typing is more practical for me instead of pen and paper. 

Finally updates to March. Here in our condo. Not huge. Cozy. Making it my own. One step at a time. March hasn't busy. AT ALL! With the unpacking and cleaning Ive hardly had time to decorate. Its taking me for longer than I had anticipated.

Note to self: Walmart sucks at matching and mixing  paint. NEVER go there again. Our once envisioned dark grey walls now look like "an old blueberry threw up on here"says the mister. Id post pictures of the bedroom, but you dont wanna see it. The room at the end where no one goes into and everything gets shoved in there. Yup thats ours. For now!

I will show you my kitchen though!

See? Also seee the craft mess on the table. Ignore that. But I love it. Its where I spend most of my time. 

Ready for picture over load? Really thats all anyone REALLY cares about right?

Xander, sis, and me. After our swim in the pool. Oh how they love to make mom take pics with them

Xander and my cute 7 month old nephew Joseph. Xander is my little hear of gold kid. Whiny, but man this kids heart is bigger than most peoples.

 

Little stinker of a kid Zac. I really do have a major hot head on my hands. Worst temper and has magic hands. How?  Into everything and magically things disappear when he's around. Anyone wanna babysit him now?

 This month my sister came to visit me for the weekend. She brought her month old baby Xavier with her. And I ate it up. I {heart} this little boy...

 Xander, Zac, and Alex (Paulas little girl) Spring is finally here! And feeding the ducks was sooo much fun!

More pics to come....

Continued...

Long post. So if you are going to check my grammar and all that..STOP READING. When I write- I don't care. I just type. 

Oct/November: Our close friends ended up getting a condo in another town right before she had her cute baby. When we went over there Alan fell in love with the clubhouse which includes a pool, hot tub, work out room, etc. And it's sooo much of a step up from the little basement apartment we were living in. Its not a huge place (the condo) but boy did we wanna jump on it. After all, there was no way we'd be committing to a regular house while Alan is going to school and us not knowing where we will be in 5 years. Long story short, we ended up settling on this condo. Smelly, pet urine infested carpet. Worst smell ever. Its only cosmetic...right? AND it was right below our friends!!! We kept our purchase on the D.L. really not wanting to cry wolf just in case nothing worked out, but 2 days before Christmas we got the word that it was all ours. Oh I couldn't get out of that basement soon enough!!!!! (Oh I almost forgot, there are pictures of the condo from when we looked at it on my FB if you haven't seen it yet-viewers beware)



December: Blah blah blah. Waiting. Packing. Cleaning. Christmas. Half Christmas? Barely felt like one. A. This year the snow was at an all time low. I HATE, no seriously....H-A-T-E snow, however doesn't everyone dream of a white Christmas? Honestly, I'm suprised the tree even made it up. Our little stinker Zac tore down most of the ornaments anyway, so the poor thing looked hopeless (the tree, not the child). B. Our abode being half packed was awful. If you've moved. You feel me.Oh and I had a birthday. Turned 25. Not so old. Totally forget how old I am ALL THE TIME. Never thought that would happen.

January: Had to be out of the basement apartment by the end of January so we got to go move in with my in laws for a few weeks. Dreaded it. Ended up not being so bad. Actually kind of nice.....oh she helped me soo much with the kids. Makes me second guess the whole "sister wife" thing hmmmmm....

February: And we get word to move the weekend before Valentines. I'll spare you boring moving and cleaning pee carpet details. Needless to say it is end of March now and we are STILL working on that.


More to come. Again. Keep reading. Oh how I love to keep you hanging. Oh shoot I forgot to add pictures to this one. Makes for an awesome post later.

Another one of those cliche posts about catching up

Seems like the start of my last couple blogs have been all about "catching up on my little family" While I seriously think it'd be dumb to do yet another one of those, it is a must. While I'm committed to blogging once a week again. First thing I should really do is update our picture up there. Way outdated.
Last I wrote was October. Soooo much has happened and I got caught up in "life" so to speak. I left blogging world for a while to live the life I write of.
October 18th: Sissy's birthday. Her 5th. Arrow to my heart strings. Baby girl is growing up. Her party wasnt a big one, but her princess cake made it for her. How I wish I would have blogged about it when it happened so that I could write down memories from it and what she got. All I remember is the cake. Little lady was beyond pleased.

October 22:  I recall this date with bittersweet feelings. Woke up that morning thinking my lucky number is 22. Not sure why I remember that. By this time I was around 8 weeks pregnant. Could be more excited. I hadn't really told anyone but a few friends and family. I usually shout it to the whole world but something inside of me kept it mostly to myself. Later that day I was feeling weird and my back and stomach hurt. You see, I have had miscarriages before so I am very paranoid. I called my midwife for some reassurance and she has suggested that if I feel I need to I should go to the ER just to make sure. While I really didn't wanna cry wolf- something inside me said go. So I called Alan and made him come home from work and off we went to Payson. After getting some tests done and given morphine through my Iv ( best stuff ever by the way!) the Xray/ Ultrasound guy came in to get me. Lo and behold it was the same man who wheeled me in not less than 2 years earlier when I found out the bittersweet news that we had lost a baby I didn't know I had but we still had a strong heartbeat from another. Drugged I lightly made a joke of him being cursed. He made a joke I cant even remember. Something like he hopes he has good news. I was confident, after-all, last time we left with something....right? After getting an external US he said he couldn't see anything but that maybe it was too early to so an internal Ultrasound was needed. Yahoo. Glad I was drugged. Again the screen was blank. Nothing. An empty uterus. Long story short, tears were cried (drugs never help any as it is) and slowly we went home. Confused. Lost. Hurt. I don't even know. The 3rd miscarriage. I have come a long way since then. After all it has been months. 5 months exactly actually in a few days. Still no success on making another little one. The "fertile Leah" is now.... feeling very infertile. This makes 7 months of trying to have a baby but zero luck. I, however, am feeling extremely blessed. I can say I actually have children. 3 to be exact. 3 little blessings.  Some can't even have kids. I am beyond blessed with family and friends. I have come to realize that things happen when they are supposed to. The LORD is really in control.

MORE TO COME! KEEP READING!!!!