Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts

1/26/16

Recovering

We've spent the majority of this winter with the sniffles, coughing, fevering, or a combination of all three. Somewhere in the middle of all the illness, Rod contracted Strep throat, but thank heavens he didn't share with anybody else.

Last week I was the sickly one. The illness was minor, but my inability to just REST for more than 3 seconds caused the illness to morph into something more irritating: fever and a hoarse voice! After Saturday's wrestling tournament, of which our wrestling club hosted, my body was exhausted and ached. I realized what a mistake it was to spend the day volunteering instead of at home resting. Needless to say, I spent the entire next day in bed. When on Monday I still had a fever, Rod made me schedule an appointment with my doctor.

They made me wear a mask! Rude!
In other, semi-related news, Liam came *thisclose* to getting stitches last week. We were on our way out the door to run errands, when I heard the most awful thump, followed by the most pitiful cry. Apparently, Liam was holding onto the back of Crew's shirt and walking down the steps. It was going well until Crew tripped and fell, causing Liam to fall on top of him. Thankfully, Crew broke Liam's fall because it's preferable to face-planting on hard concrete. Still, Liam had a gash on the lower right portion of his lip. In the end, we decided he didn't need stitches because neither of us felt comfortable with Liam being sedated for the procedure. (This is what happens when your husband works in the ER; sometimes knowing too much isn't convenient!) 


The boys have taken interest in checkers and chess. Neither Rod or I play chess, so they make up their own rules while little brother interjects and steals game pieces, just to irritate them both.

Crew took second place at the Diamondback Wrestling Tournament two weeks ago. 
Liam literally thinks all wrestling headgear is his. He steals it from the wrestling bag, places it on his head, and refuses to take it off. Don't even try touching him; he thinks you'll attempt stealing "his" headgear, which he doesn't appreciate in the least. 

Pax miniature golfing for Family Night. We are the world's worst golfers. I think we spent more time looking for lost balls than we did golfing. I wish I could blame the ball searching on the boys, but Rod was a culprit, too! In fact, he lost a ball in the pond. We left the course much later than I prefer, but we had a great time (and many belly laughs). 

9/9/15

Ramblings


 Today Liam turned 11 months and I'm feeling a {{momentary}} surge of motivation to revive our dying blog. After all, blogging serves as a great family journal while also keeping family and friends updated on our growing boys.

First update?

Homeschooling. We're nearly a month into our academic year and LOVING it. Seriously, loving it. The perks far outnumber the occasional troubles and frustrations we encounter. Having spent every single day with my boys from birth until this point, I thought I knew them well. And I was right. I do know them well, better than anybody else, no doubt. However, I'm learning even MORE about them because our time together is distinctly different in an academic setting. In one short month I've learned their learning styles, academic strengths and weaknesses and their preferences of small things. For example, Paxton prefers glue sticks and he's perfectly content with drawing pictures with his pencil. Crew delights in sharpening his pencil and learns his letters best with Play-Doh. The one-on-one time provides ample opportunity to learn more about their beautiful souls, hear more of what they're thinking and appreciate their innocence. And, goodness, they're hilarious.

I'm privileged to watch their capability to learn and comprehend broaden. As mothers to young babies, toddlers and pre-schoolers, we only see sporadic glimpses that indicate our efforts are worthwhile. But this age, however, is full of exciting growth and development. The years spent laying a firm foundation can be seen and enjoyed daily. It is fabulously gratifying.

I also love that I'm learning WITH them. I've always been a history nerd and, much to my surprise, Paxton has taken keen interest to the subject as well. History has provided many bonding experiences, and that is worth every sacrifice. He's our little sponge, soaking up details and facts of information.

Our little Crew is a delight to teach. He stays on task and beams when he completes an assignment. He so badly wants to be like Pax, so we bought him a Pre-School Handwriting Without Tears book. He calls it his "big boy book" and takes his work very seriously, being extra careful to color in the lines. He joins in when we make history or science projects.

And then there's Liam. The destroyer. Each day there's only one guarantee: Liam will tear apart the entire Homeschool room. It's his special talent.

Watching BYU's first football game of the season!


 Pax started attending his charter school this week. He goes one day for Circle Time for one hour and another day for Discovery Time for two hours. Being the social creature he is, I wasn't surprised when he reported that he LOVED it. It will be a wonderful resource for our family.

The Co-Op is functioning, although not exactly how I envisioned. My mentor, Laura, suggested I wait until the boys were older to start a Co-Op, but being eager (and mostly excited) to begin our Homeschool journey, I disregarded her advice. And lets just say I should have listened. It's more work than it's worth at this young age. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude, but I've learned that as a homeschool mom, you have to evaluate and eliminate if necessary. My time is scarce and my plate is full, especially now that Paxton's charter school has begun and the boys have wresting practice Monday-Thursday. I have a lot to consider and figure out.


In other news, Daisy celebrated her birthday on September 5! 

 

 I joined my church choir. I am thrilled to be singing again. I've missed it! There's something special about signing with a group of talented vocalists to an audience who appreciates it. For 6 years I've been singing to babies, toddlers and squirmy boys; they haven't always welcomed my gift. {{Deep sigh}}
 


 Pax is incredibly dramatic about his 2 loose teeth. They have been loose for SO LONG that his permanent teeth are growing in BEHIND the loose teeth. I am on the verge of scheduling a dentist appointment to have them pulled because seriously, it's beyond ridiculous. But then I realize how absurd it is to spend money on something that equates, at least in my mind, to a right of passage for children. I mean, isn't loosing teeth an exciting thing for kids?!

 I'll add loosing teeth to the list of "Things I Didn't Foresee As Being An Issue But Are A HUGE Undertaking, Apparently ".

 





Lest you assume I have favorite children, please know that Pax has decided, as of Monday, that he doesn't like the Ninja Turtles "because Shredder says bad words like 'hate and stuff'." He's informed us that he's "a Star Wars guy", a complete surprise to us considering he hasn't seen Star Wars. To be fair, he hasn't seen any Ninja Turtle movie either, only some old cartoon episodes from the 90's.

6/28/15

My little ones

Salt Lake City, July 2014

Tonight I'm feeling nostalgic.

In the year since we took these photos, we have experienced a lifetime worth of memories and emotions. Fond memories, painful lessons, triumphant moments, overwhelming joy mixed with trials and difficult decisions. There were moments where I felt close to God and could clearly see the path He had illuminated for our little family. Other times it felt that a mile-thick brick wall separated me from Him and His divine guidance.

The gift of time has granted me experience and wisdom. The older I get, the more I treasure time with my young family because these years are fleeting. I so badly want to cling to these young, chaotic years because they are beautiful in a very, VERY exhausting way.

This afternoon as I laid Liam to sleep, I stood over him for a few minutes, letting the image of his chubby cheeks pressed against his mattress and his squishy toes soak into my memory. I take lots of pictures. I wish I took more, honestly. But I didn't want a picture to remember that moment; I wanted that image of him sleeping peacefully etched in my memory forever.

I never want to forget the look of concern on Paxton's face when I told him my tummy was aching, to which he so lovingly replied, "I can rub it for you, Mama."

I never want to forget Crew sitting in my lap, discovering my "speckles" (freckles) with enthusiasm.

I never want to forget the loud vrooming and crashing noises the boys make when they play with legos or trains.

I never want the piles of little unmatched socks to disappear from my bedroom floor.

I want the slobber-covered mirror stains to remain, because then I'll remember Liam making-out with his own reflection.

I never want to forget when they whisper that they want to marry me because such a secret is manifestation that I'm doing something right.

My life has turned out to be NOTHING I expected, especially the surrounded-by-boys part, but I wouldn't change a thing.

July 5, 2014-- Salt Lake City Temple


Crew at Paxton's Pre-School graduation, May 2014

Apple Hill, October 2014



Apple Hill, October 2014


1/12/15

Living with Liam: 3 months



Liam turned three months on January 9th-- my birthday. He brings our home so much joy. He's relatively laid back, a decent night sleeper, a not-so-great napper (but he's getting better), and overall a happy baby. I'm currently his favorite person in the entire world, probably because we spend so much time together.  He's usually a huge fan of Rod's, unless you catch him on a grumpy day.  He smiles at Pax and is terrified of Crew. Crew loves Liam a little too much and too rough.

At 3 months, Liam loves:
  • Cuddling
  • Nursing
  • Being held
  • Having his diaper changed
  •  Having his bum patted to sleep
  •  Napping in the Ergo
  • Bathtime
  • Nuzzling his face into your arm/chest while being held
  • Bouncing to sleep
  • Playing on his play-mat (sometimes)
  • His swing (sometimes)
  • Listening to the same music I listened to while pregnant with him. We call it "his" music.
 Liam hates:
  •  Tummy time
  • His carseat
  • Waiting his turn for Mommy's attention
  • Strangers
  • Playing on his play-mat (sometimes)
  • His swing (sometimes)
  • When Mommy sings while he's nursing
Other things about Liam
  • He chews on his hands
  • He blows bubbles
  • He talks and coo's 
  • He giggled for the first time with Rod
  • He bats his pudgy hands at toys
  • He kicks in delight when he's excited
  • He hates being swaddled, but can't sleep un-swaddled
  • He's wearing 6 and 9 month clothing
  • He can squeeze into some 3 month bottoms
  • When he wears disposable diapers, it's in size 2
  • He had his first huge, need-a-bath blow-out diaper today