One nightgown or two?...

I can't sleep. So I'm temporarily giving up. I'll return to bed later. Many things are on my mind and so I finally decided to just get out of bed and write some of them down. And then maybe, I'll be able to go back to bed.

Jane goes into the hospital 6am Tuesday morning for the tonsil removal surgery. I know that's not that official name. Please excuse me for that. Anyway, I've been advised by other parents who have recently gone through this with their 2 year-old's, to try as best we can to prepare Jane for what we are going to do to her. I have story books on loan from a fellow mom about "My Day at the Hospital", and other such books for kids. We're supposed to read them to her and hope it helps her understand where we are taking her at 6am Tuesday morning. We tried to start tonight.

Me: "Jane, we need to go back to the doctor."

Jane: "No."

Me: "Yes, he needs to look in your mouth again."

Jane: "No."

Darin: "Yes Jane, don't you want to go back to the doctor."

Jane: "No."

I don't know, maybe we'll try the story books tomorrow. We don't have much time left to warn her!

But the real issue keeping me from sleep is the following; I think Jane deserves a new little nightgown to wear to the hospital and during her over night stay. But what about Ruby? I don't have this problem with the boys. If one of them had something to do, it was very clear to me that it was a separate issue pertaining to the one guy (like when George had this surgery, he got a new toy and Henry didn't). But I'm having a harder time with the girls. We get two of everything. But does this specific hospital situation deserve some personal attention for just Jane? And I think Jane should get a new stuff animal to keep her company at the hospital. But what will I do about that once we are back home, and we are fighting over the ONE new stuffed animal? Do you see my problem?

Too bad I don't have more friends with twins to help me sort this all out. Trivial you may think, but keeping me from sleep none the less. Should you have any friends with twins, perhaps you could go counsel with them on my behalf. Share with me their insights should you gather any. If you don't, just share with me your insight.

Okay, maybe I'll try to go back to bed now. Let me know what you think...one nightgown, or two?

Henry turns 8!!

Look at this guy...

On the left is little Henry just before he turned 1 when we were living in Germany. On the right, is Henry today, having a very happy 8th birthday.



Darin grew up with the tradition of a birthday celebration first thing in the morning. This is fun and great, if you love the morning. It just so happens that Henry is more me than Darin in terms of his feelings about the morning. Last night he specifically asked if we not wake him up early on his birthday. He said he would prefer to sleep in and open his presents after Darin came home from work. I think Darin was a little disappointed, but Henry seemed happy.

Of course, George and Darin share the same feelings about the morning. I heard George running upstairs at 6:30am to see if indeed we had wrapped any of Henry's presents. And then I heard him thundering down the stairs to tell Henry to wake up. So much for letting him sleep in!

Henry decided opening two presents without Darin wouldn't be so bad.

Then when Darin came home in the evening, he was more than ready to open everything up. Of course I am sharing the pictures of the presents I was most excited about. His first set of personalized scriptures.

And his very own personalized William-Sonoma apron. These were the things I most wanted to get him. They weren't at the top of his list. But as you can see, he's a good sport.

Anyway, it was a happy day around here. Somehow, many weeks ago, Henry got me to agree that he could skip school on his birthday. He reminded me of that every single day last week. It's almost what he was most excited about. A day off of school, for no other reason than to have fun. He got to play video games and stay in his pj's until about 11. Then we went to the mall to shop with his money from Grandma and Grandpa Z (he found a new game for the Wii). Then we played glow in the dark mini-golf, with Jane and Ruby. I have to admit it was fun. We even went for dessert in the middle of the afternoon. All the while he kept asking me if he would still normally be at school.

So a tribute to my first born son. My very first "raison-d'etre"; Our "first born in the wilderness"; Our own personal guinea pig to test out all of our fantastic theories on parenting. He is so good and so kind and so darn conscientious. I couldn't love him more or be more proud of who he is. This is a special birthday. He will get baptized in a few weeks and all of his grandparents will be there to watch him. Happy birthday Henry. You've given us much joy in these past 8 years. Here's to hundreds more...

P.S. (you know how I feel about that!)...

Ruby and this skirt have been inseparable for going on 36 hours now. Darin put her to bed last night and couldn't convince her to leave the skirt off. So when she woke up this morning with the skirt still on, she was over-joyed. I convinced her to put some clothes on (since the skirt is see-through), but the skirt goes on top of anything that she has had on today. She wore it to the mall, mini-golfing, to take her nap, out to dinner at CPK, and then again, back to bed.

Here are the girls looking all-together pleased. They had already been put to bed, but they heard the rest of us still awake, so Jane sprung Ruby (She gets locked in her room. Don't ask!), and together they came walking down the stairs. Ruby announced that she was all done with her "pacie" and ready to wake-up. When Jane saw the camera she threw her arm around Ruby and said "cheese". Hard to be mad when they look like that, but I was trying to be. (And yes, cousin Lisa, they are sporting different hairdos. I'm trying to grow Jane's bangs out, and keep trimming Ruby's. Just trying to help people tell them apart.)

And now, the longest post ever must sadly come to an end. Good night!

Snow and French food on Sunday.

We woke up to about six inches of snow on Sunday morning. It pretty much snowed all day long. We were glad to see that Jane and Ruby were willing to embrace the snow this season. They wanted to play out there all afternoon long. In their brother's boots and their dad's gloves.

Continuing our tradition, France was the featured country this week. I have to say, Darin out did himself with the music which made us all feel as though we were sitting street-side at a Paris cafe. It was delightful. Quiche lorraine and a "Potage Crecy" (Creamy Carrot Soup) were on the dinner menu. Of course, Crepes Suzette for dessert! Tres manifique!

P.S. This book will seriously help this tradition live on for a few more weeks. Left to our own devices our imaginations may have thought we were out of countries. But not so, say Mark Bittman, check it out.

It's Rachel's Birthday Today!!

It's my little 22-year-old sister Rachel's birthday today. It just so happened that I was feeling nostalgic. So here is a small tribute to my cute little sister.

The day she was born, I think I might have been the most excited person in the family. I was the girl who always had a doll or stuffed animal with me. But the one thing I didn't have was a little sister... until Rachel came along!



Then I got another little sister less than two years later. This picture is so sweet to me. This is how I used to swing Jane and Ruby. People used to see me swinging my girls and ask me where I got the idea. I had forgotten, but I knew it felt familiar. Look at my little sisters swinging, just like my little girls...20 years ago!


Our family has some hiliarious memories of Rachel and Christmas. I will not embarrass her further about that. We'll just let this picture represent some of those fun Christmas mornings.









Why I hope my sister has a wonderful birthday today: She is my blog's biggest fan! She loves California, the beach and people. She hates holding new babies, but she always humors me and holds mine. She taught me that it's fun to slide on someone's back down a hill. She will run a race with me, anytime, anywhere. She will travel anywhere. Nothing is off limits. She is one of the world's greatest sisters. She always has a camera and a phone on the ready. You can reach her nearly 24/7. She loves our family, and loves a "p.s." almost as much as I do. She uses it even conversationally.


Anyway, you deserve to have a happy birthday Rachel. Eat some cake and have fun. I love you.

Twirling like Princesses

We had our first Halloween playgroup this morning. The dresses were a big hit (with Jane and Ruby). In fact, Ruby was just crying herself to sleep for naptime since I wouldn't let her sleep in it.

Mama called the doctor...

And the doctor said, Jane should get her tonsils out. Not a huge surprise. I've been suspicious of this for a while. But what really is suspicious is the cause of her one-sided nasal blockage. Her right nostril has been blocked for what feels like a year. All the doctors think that she has stuck something up there which has gotten lodged, and is not visible (unless we wanted to do a cat-scan (sp?)) and is causing a one-sided infection and needs to be removed! Way to feel like mom of the year. When they remove the tonsils, they are hoping to find the "foreign object" and get it removed as well. The end result will hopefully be a snot free Jane. It seems worth it. But I'm curious to know how it's going to work out. Considering the fact that when he put his little light scope thingy into her ear, that already was too invasive of a procedure.

On a lighter note, I've been tagged by my lovely cousin Lisa. So here it goes...

The rules:

A. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.

B. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog, for these rules.

1. I love anything with a P.S. or a "to be continued" or a sequel. Of course, that's assuming it was something I liked in the first place. For example, you get a great email from a long lost friend. Your reading and sadly, it comes to an end. But then wait, there is a little p.s. at the end. It's lovely, don't you think? And it seems like in the '80s when I did most of my TV watching "to be continued" were huge. That was fun. You had a reason to come back the next day and watch the show again. You felt like you were part of something.

2. I love a white shirt. I know I'm supposed to want colored tops, but there is something so classic and beautiful about a crisp, cute white top with jeans. I would wear it every day if I had that many cute, crisp, white tops.

3. I love "This American Life" on NPR. It is my all time favorite radio show. It now comes in a podcast format. I usually run to it on Saturday morning. I look forward to it all week long. Check it out if you've never heard one before.

4. I hate hot dogs. I don't know when it happened. I clearly remember eating them as a kid, but I will never eat one again for the rest of my life. Sometimes when I'm pregnant the smell of hot dogs is intoxicating to me. I even raised one up to my mouth when I was pregnant with the girls, but I just couldn't bite into it. They look so delicious sometimes and I wish I could partake. Just a fact about me.

5. I have watched every single episode of the remade Strawberry Shortcake series. There are18 DVDs. I've seen every single one, more than once. Have a question about Strawberry and friends that needs to be answered, call me.

6. I hate clutter and extra stuff. I derive no pleasure in stuff saved. I should be more sentimental, but just the other day as I was looking around the room, I had this overwhelming urge to throw everything away that wasn't a piece of furniture or hanging on the wall. I think that is my secret wish/dream. To someday live in a house that was so streamlined and clutter free, and yet still retained a sense of warmth and hominess. I'll take a picture if I ever achieve it.

Okay, that's all. I now tag, Rachel Mickelson, Rachel Lyon, Rachel Zackrison, Sara, Alyssa, and Ie Li. Can't wait to hear what you girls have to say.

What did we do this weekend?...

First of all, an Earnest family first... Our kids actually woke up, looked at their parents still sleeping in their bed and spontaneously decided to leave them alone. They proceeded down to the basement where the boys were miraculously kind enough to watch a show that their sisters would like. AND, managed to create a camp ground for them all to "camp out" until one of their lazy, good for nothing parents, decided that they could manage the day and get out of bed. This occurred at 8:30. Like I said, it was no small miracle. I think it's been 8 years since Darin and I have stayed in bed together so late!! Way to kick off a great weekend kids!

The Camp Site.

Of course, Dunkin Donuts for breakfast. Or rather frosting for Jane and Ruby, who prefer to simply eat the frosting off and leave the donut behind. Go figure! This is a Saturday morning standard at our house.

Later that afternoon we found a pumpkin patch to help get us into the spirit of the season. The rule was, you could only pick a pumpkin that you could carry yourself. They all responded quite well to the parameters.

Ruby

Jane

George H. Potter

Henry Von Vampire

Seeking shelter when only 30 minutes after arriving it started to rain. And didn't stop for the rest of the day. Thank goodness in the first thirty minute we managed to get pumpkins and order funnel cake!! (Darin made fun of my dorky mom-ness that couldn't be at a pumpkin patch without wearing the seasonal color scheme. I thought it was a nice touch. No?)

Cooking Indian food for our Sunday cultural experience.

Darin and I are entertained by thinking of ways of taking this to the next level. I suggested a center piece crafted out of the featured country's flag. But Darin suggested we eat in company with our globe and test all family members at the end of the meal to identify where the country is located.

Darin gets all the credit for the home made nann. Truly delicious. One of my girl friends for my birthday gave me a "Best Recipes in the World" cookbook. It's perfect and we pulled all recipes from it for this week.

(p.s. just to keep it real, we were over an hour late to church today! Just wanted to let you know all the craziness doesn't come without a price.)

And the background "muzak" to our weekend has been the creation of some Halloween princess dresses for Jane and Ruby. I know Darin thinks I do these things just to torture him. I do them because I somehow think it will be fun. Then I forget that I hate how the house falls apart and I don't get to bed before 2am, because I simply can't stop until it's done.

Many phone calls to my mom later, Princess dresses are ready for Halloween!! I guess I'm kind of proud.

And that wraps up this weekend. I've promised Darin to clean the house up and restore order for this week. But it was a very fun time together.

A Happy Birthday Indeed.

So I realized I couldn't stay 20 forever. So now I'm 30. Like my mom, I may stay 30 for a few years. I thought it didn't bother me to get older. I've always longed for years of experience and wisdom. But I will admit that now that the 20's are gone forever, I have a certain feeling of nostalgia already. Other than moments here and there on memory lane, I am thrilled with where we are today. Look at these kids? They make me so happy and proud. I was gone all weekend long, and so while I was gone they were all preparing for some great birthday surprises. As soon as I got in the car from the airport, Ruby started telling me all about the cake that was hiding in the fridge. This made the boys really frustrated. The whole ride home, she just kept asking me if she could have some of my cake.

Making a wish for tons more years of happiness, and knees that will take me to the finish line of another marathon someday!

Ruby's on the left finally getting her piece of cake that she waited all weekend for.
A sweet look captured to remember forever how sweet these little girls have been for me.

The next day was Monday, and Columbus Day. Darin had the whole day off work. He let me have the whole day off too. He did the whole getting the kids off to school, picking everyone up, grocery shopping and even made dinner. All the while I napped, got a haircut, went to lunch and went shopping. He is such a great guy. Thanks Darin for such a wonderful birthday. I love you all!!

Not Always a Happy Ending...

So this is not the post that I ever dreamed it would be. While a marathon is always tortuously hard, I seem to always find a way to finish it. But this time my experience was totally different. In summary, I didn't get to finish the race.

Rachel Zackrison, Amber Earnest, Me, and Ken Fitzgerald (Rachel's friend)

Here we all are at the beginning of the race full of our nervous anticipation and excitement. You train and train and train, but it all comes down to that day and your body on that day. Anyway, I started running and was feeling great. But right as I got to mile 7 I felt a distinct shooting pain right on the outside of both of my knees. I was shocked to feel it, since I hadn't had any knee problems during my training. I have had knee problems in the past, but none recently. At this point I figured I could just drink and eat something and run through the pain. So I started into the four miles of uphill and realized close to mile 10 that the pain was getting worse. I took some Excedrin thinking that I could probably make it if I could just dull the pain a bit. And by the half-way point I really thought I was going to finish. But it's also at mile 13 that the race becomes a very steep downhill course. And my knees were sadly not up to that.

My parents ended up making it to St. George the night before the race. We had discussed where they would be so that we could find each other. We had planned on them being at mile 21. So as my pain worsened and as the pain pills were not working, in my mind I just kept thinking that I would make it to mile 21 and call it quits. So it was definitely tragic at mile 21 to realize that we were still way too far up in the canyon and that no spectators could reach us by car yet. This forced me to run on. But finally at mile 22 I found a first aid van parked on the side of the road. I walked right over to it, opened the door and said, "What do you do if you are trying to quit?". She kind of laughed at me, but then realized that I wasn't laughing at all. Anyway, I climbed in, they took me down another mile or so to a point where I could find my parents. Once I found them, I was able to have a good cry, and then be eternally grateful that they were there to stand with me on the sidelines as we watched and cheered for all the rest of our runners to finish the race.

Here I am moments after finding my parents, realizing that the race was over for me.

Here is the big board with all the names written on it of the people who scratched. I'm there, #5205.

My sister-in-law Amber had a huge surprise waiting for her at mile 24. Her parents were there, having arrived all the way from Mesa, and she didn't have a clue that they had come. I was so glad to be able to watch that reunion.

Rachel only seconds away from her triumphant finish! She had a fabulous race (minus the puking of course!)

Thank you so much mom and dad!! How would I have handled this one without you guys? What a beautiful miracle that you ended up being there that day!! I love you guys.

And despite it not ending the way I had hoped and trained, it was still wonderfully fun. We still did lots of good laughing, lots of good limping and hobbling around St. George after the race. And of course consumed an enormous amount of delicious food. One outstanding reason to run races in Utah?!...Cafe Rio as a post-race lunch.

Not the happy ending I was hoping for, but then again, I kind of hate happy endings in movies. I will use this as my motivation to get better, train again and race hard again. I love running.