Tuesday, July 24, 2012

BINGO!

Oooooh Man! I'm pretty excited about this! So, funny story.
I'm sitting in bed on a Friday night {a few weeks back} trying to wrack my non-existent brains for ideas for something I'm working on, and I'm just lacking inspiration completely.

I say a little prayer for inspiration so that I can complete this project... it still hasn't come yet.

BUT-

Then I got a GREAT idea, that clearly, could not have come from me... not right now anyway. I'm exhausted and pregnant, and lacking most brain power.

My mind wandered.... and wandered... {yes, it does that A LOT} and I started groaning to myself inside about how tomorrow is Saturday and there is SO much to get done... and none of it can really get done until the kids are napping... which means, we have to entertain them until that time...

BINGO.

It's that simple.

Let me say it again. BINGO!


I made bingo games for Bailey and Trevor. Since they can't read yet, I put pictures of things they can do and then they can bring me their card and I can either hole punch it or put a sticker on it , cross it off, whatever we want, when it's complete. They had to fill up a row and then they could pick a Netflix show.

I get so sick of them just watching TV all the time. I try to limit it to 2 hours a day total. I must admit though, I've been really dependent on it lately, because I'm just so exhausted all the time... you know, typical, I'm-about-to-pop-a-baby-out, exhaustion. Anyway, we actually had a productive Saturday instead of letting it waste away in front of the TV.

I just made a table in my word processor, adjusted the size of the cells, added pictures I found online, and a text box with the text. Super easy.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Pill Poppin' Momma

Man, it's getting close. Though, not close enough, and WAY to close, all at the same time. 38 weeks.

Have I mentioned that I'm pretty much terrified of having four small kids? I mean, that was the plan, eventually, but when 3 of them are under 3 years old... that's A LOT.

You'd think by now, I'd have a routine down and remember what all I'm supposed to be doing, but I just don't.

I forget how much of what to take and when to take it...

For example, starting from the second trimester on I take Red Raspberry Leaf Tea caplets {even though  I have a good 1/2 a pound of tea leaves... I just HATE the taste of tea, and I can't do it anymore}.

RRLT is used to strengthen the uterine muscles. I started taking it when I was pregnant with Trevor, because I was worried about another post partum hemorrhage, like I had with Bailey. A couple of friends told me about it, so I did some research and decided it was worth a try. Basically, it makes your uterus contract a lot more, thereby strengthening the muscles and toning the uterus... which then makes your real contractions much more efficient. It's also great after you have the baby for getting your belly and uterus back to normal. I swear by the stuff... obviously, or I wouldn't have just preached for an hour about it.

Once I hit 36ish weeks, I start taking a labor supplement called 5W, by Natures Sunshine. I SWEAR this helped. I took it with Callen, because by child #3 I had figured out that my body is not one that prepares on it's own. The labor contractions with him were SO MUCH MORE BEARABLE, than with the other two, and my labor was half the length it was with Trevor, and I'm pretty confident that this stuff is why. It's the only thing I did differently while pregnant with Trev and Cal.

Well, I lied. I forgot about Evening Primrose Oil. This is used to help soften and ripen the cervix {NOT by dilating it}. By having your cervix already ripe and ready to go, it can also help shorten your labor, because it's easier to dilate and doesn't have to do the extra work to soften and everything. You can take it orally or vaginally, I do both... because I need all the help I can get.

It's a lot to keep track of, and pretty much a pain... but it's worth it to me, and I wouldn't do it if I weren't confident that they help. Of course, no doctor is going to okay these things because it's not FDA approved... but my midwives recommend them, and I say... why not try something from nature. Didn't Heavenly Father give us everything we would need in nature, from one source or another. Anyhow, that's my two cents.

Let's hope this one comes a little earlier. I've already had one Acupuncture treatment... and another on Saturday. Here's hoping for a less than 42 week baby!

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Mastering Our Emotions

I have most definitely not mastered my emotions. In fact, I have a hard time controlling them. It's probably why my kids turn into little tyrants when they get upset about something. It's something I am constantly working to improve and to teach them to better control their emotions.

I just read this article by Nicholeen at Teaching Self-Government. It's a great site and she has some really great insight.
How to Control Your Emotions

Take a go at it and let me know what you think!

Monday, July 16, 2012

Booty Call!

We were at a family get together on Saturday. Trevor {yes, him, again} came in from the kiddie pool and before I could get a diaper on his naked-as-a-jay-bird self, bent over and shook his booty and boyhood for all to see, while singing this little ditty, "booty, booty, booty!" over and over again. He then gave personal performances to everyone in the room. I about died inside. He's lucky he's so dang cute.

He learned this little song and dance from none other than.... Bailey. Of course, she did/does it with clothes on. He didn't get that memo.

I should have videoed it for future blackmail purposes. C'est Lavie.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

It's a Hokey Hump Day!

Aside from ALL of the kids waking up at least once, and Trev staying up for a few hours... They at least slept in until 7am. Yes, I said SLEPT IN... until 7 am.

So far, the shenanigan's are plentiful.

1. I walk away for a split second and hear the door open. {Big shocker, it's Trev's favorite new past time}. I go outside to find he and Callen {almost}, in the sprinkler.

2. While I'm taking off Trev's wet clothes in the bathroom, I come out and Callen is at the dining room table, helping himself to the "krice krispies" that Trevor didn't finish... So I put him in his chair and let him have at it... why waste it, right... yeah, when I go to get him out... he's covered. SO, I put him in the bath tub. Then Trev wanted in... sure, why not.

3. Both boys laugh and run butt smack neckid {yes, neckid, not naked}, through the house before I can get diapers on them. But, that's nothing new... cutest neckid hiney's ever.

So now we are current.... stay tuned for the rest of the festivities... I'm sure they'll be abounding! Good thing I'm too exhausted to waste my time yelling at them.

4. We are on the way to my midwives appointment, and his new favorite thing is unbuckling his car seat. No, not the 5 belt harness... he just pulls his arms through that part... I mean, the seatbelt that holds his car seat on the seat. You heard me. I have no idea how he reaches that thing while buckled in the harness. Luckily, we weren't even out of our neighborhood, yet.

5. We are at my midwives appointment {36 weeks now... SO, not close enough and yet waaayy too close}, and Trev runs out the door and hides before I can get up and get to him.... searched all over, and down at the peds office next door. Finally, they find him under the furtherest desk in the midwives office. Repeat story, a little later on, except he was in the blinds down in the sick waiting room, of the peds office. THEN, as we are getting ready to leave, he runs through the birthing rooms {not occupied, thank heaven's} and I caught him as he was closing the laundry room doors to hide.

6. On the way home, mid route, Trevor, yet again, unbuckles the seatbelt. So my big, hurting, fat pregnant arse, has to pull over, unbuckle, and climb to the back of the van, hunch over and re-buckle his devious self... AGAIN.

Awesomeness.

Happy Friggin' Wednesday people.

P.S. If anyone has ideas on HOW to discipline for the actions... I'll take what I can get. Spankings don't phase him, neither does time out... at all. He also doesn't understand the dangerousness of his actions.


And to think, I have two more children to go through the Two's with. Shit.

I am A Child of God.



"I am a child of God.
And He has sent me here.
Has given me, an earthly home,
with parents kind and dear."
{I always laugh inside when I'm singing that line... because most of the time, my poor kids don't see the kind part of me lately.}

Chorus:
"Lead me, guide me.
Walk beside me.
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must know,
to live with him some day."

The verses to the next two are:

"I am a Child of God,
And so my needs are great.
Help me to understand his words,
before it grows too late."

Chorus

"I am a child of God.
Rich blessings are in store.
If I but learn to do his will,
I'll live with him once more."


{Note: I completely forgot there used to be more verses, until I found this video.}

This is a primary song that I sing to my kids, A LOT... like multiple times a day, especially the babies. I didn't realize how much, until the other day, when I was rocking Trevor {it's his FAVORITE}. He sang almost every word of all three versus with me. I about peed my pants... and not because there is a baby on my bladder.

 It's one I've heard literally since I was born. It really grounds me. It is a beautiful song. It reminds me that not only are my kids small, they are tender and of the utmost importance to my Heavenly Father. They are still learning, and it's MY job to teach them. Not to belittle them or yell at them or lose my temper {which happens far, far, too often}.

Not only does it ground me and remind me that THEY are little and still learning and not purposely out to make my life difficult and miserable; it reminds me that to my Heavenly Father, I am still immature, still learning {most definitely, because lately, things have been ROUGH over here...}, and still in need of His help, teaching, patience and most definitely, His mercy.

This song, reminds me of who I am. I know I've said this before, but it's relevant, so I'll share again. My Papa used to tell me EVERY single time I would leave his house, "Remember who you are." I would always reply back with a "Kylee Suzanne Newton" and a smirk. I'm 99% sure, he thought I was being sarcastic... but I wasn't. It wasn't until I was an adult that it clicked and I REALLY realized exactly what he meant. No, I'm not kidding... I can be that dense, sometimes. I miss that man SO much.

We are ALL children of a loving Heavenly Father. One who wants more than anything for us to be happy, and return to him. I had never thought of this song in this way before, but as I am lying in my bed trying to fall back asleep at 2:30 a.m., I was thinking about a comment, my friend Holly left me on my Who is She, post... and my wheels got to spinning and somehow ended up here.

This song answers the questions that everyone wants to know.
1. Who am I?
2. Where did I come from?
3. Where am I going?

1. I am a child of God.
2. God lives in Heaven and I'm his child, he has sent me from there to here on earth.
3. He wants me to live so that I can return to him someday.

So, SO, simple {not easy... SIMPLE}... I tend to over complicate EVERYTHING. That's probably why it's taken me 28 years to think of it in such an obvious matter.

I guess, I figure, that of all the things I want them to remember, it's the message of this song. Even if someday they fall away from the Church, I want them to know that they are more valuable than they will ever possibly realize. They are not alone. They have a purpose. They are loved. They are literally of divine nature. They are literally a child of GOD, this makes them more royal than any king or queen on earth.

And there it is folks, the point of the post... bet you never thought I'd get there. Whatever, man... it's 3:30 a.m. I'm gonna be in trouble tomorrow... but I wanted to get my thoughts out before I {and so I could} fall back asleep and forgot them.

So, try a little harder to be a little better. Remember, He sent His son to atone for us, so He would know our sorrows and joys. So that we can repent and start fresh every day {or for some of us... every half hour}.

Remember who you are.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

June Bugs

For Father's Day, I had big plans to make Jeffrey some gifts involving pictures of the kids. That junk did not pan out. Not much of anything has been panning out for me lately. Anyway, I made the kids go out and play so I could snap a few updated shots. I never did get his gifts made {but that's okay, he's pretty satisfied with his IPAD}.

Here are some updated pictures of the kids, though... per his request that I haven't posted any in a while.




Not the greatest, but if you KNEW what little turds they were being.... you'd realize this was an accomplishment. Also, why there isn't one of them all together... that junk is for the pros... I don't have the patience!

Updates....

Wow. It feels like forever! I have had SO many technical difficulties, I don't know if you would believe me if I listed them.

 Mainly, my computer was gone for 11+ days to apple to get fixed. When I got it home, it looked shiny and new, but the main problem I sent it in for, was not fixed. LAME LAME LAME. Needless to say, I was pretty flipping livid. Of course, apple took care of everything... by noon the next day the problem was fixed. So I basically got a new computer, at no cost to me. That part was awesome, and a huge blessing.

Now, I've had no internet for about 3 days or so. Finally, after this recurring problem every month or so, we got a new wireless router... so keep your fingers crossed!!

We have had a new technology addition to our family as well. Jeffrey entered the WOKV father's day IPAD drawing. HE WON!! Pretty cool.

I am not gonna lie, I was more than a little jealous. I wouldn't even look at it for a couple of days. For good reason... I knew I'd love it. I didn't want to tease myself. It was glorious. It's a shame they cost so stinkin' much, that thing would be a great mommy planner/kid educator/ kid entertainer. I'd have one for the kids in a HEARTBEAT... and by the kids... I mean me.

So. We are up and running... though I won't be running until the thing they call a baby, but is more like a ninja beating me to death from the inside out, gets the freak out and stops sucking the life out of me.

We are not on speaking terms right now... heh. She is hurting me bad. Sticks that little butt right up in my ribs causing a throbbing/piercing pain that radiates from my ribs, deep into my shoulder blade. I don't complain TOO much about pain. I typically just deal with it, but this crap is MISERABLE. Worse than any of the others... {I always have the knots in my shoulder blades... this is different}.

Anyhow, I've been taking pictures and have had lots of blog ideas, so don't go anywhere, I'm still alive and kickin'!