The Omen

I have been feeling an unusual amount of stress lately. I won't get too graphic with the details, but suffice it to say that I have been in a funk. Really since Lily was born.... but that's a whole other post or multiple posts. I have been worried about money, I have been worried about Dave, I have been worried about the kids. I worry especially about the lack of motivation I seem to feel about cleaning, among other things. I also way over-booked myself last month. So this morning I decided when I woke at 6:00 because I couldn't sleep that I would go walking. So I donned my tennies and left. I got myself all worked into a tizzy and then a felt a splat on my cheek. I thought I'm not crying what is that? Well it was bird poop. A bird pooped on my face today. Gross. I thought great, that's just great, you know kinda like icing on the cake, but not. I think it might have been an omen. I think things are going to get crappier. I sure hope not! There's my positive side, I knew I had one somewhere! (that was sarcasm) sigh. Being deficated on by a bird is about all the extra feces I can take right now.

Backyard Baptism

I shared this story in Relief Society on Sunday. I am a spiritual giant. The lesson was on supporting the Priesthood, it was the priesthood's birthday:

Phoenix came to the backdoor asking for a white t-shirt. "Mom, can I have the big white t-shirt that Willow sleeps in?" I say, "no, you're swimming right now." "Mom, I need it for in the pool." "No, Phoenix I don't want a bunch of laundry to add to the mess I already have to clean up in the back yard." "Okay." Then Phoenix asked the same question 30 more times until I yell, "DO NOT ASK ME FOR ANYTHING." I am sitting near where they are swimming but not watching very closely. All of a sudden I realize Poppy is drowning and Phoenix is holding her under. I jump up to reuscutate her. When I have surmised that she is well and breathing again, I yell at Phoenix. "WHAT THE CRAP ARE YOU DOING? TRYING TO KILL HER?" He looks at me and says in the most innocent voice you have ever heard, " I was baptizing her, she was really sin-y." Ahh the priesthood is alive and well in the Snow household.

HQ ~ SWAGGER WAGON ~ MINIVAN RAP ~

Okay so if you know me, you know I love my minivan. It gets good gas milage it holds a bunch of people and it has leather seats....What more could you want? I'm not impressed by cars. I'm wierd. I know. I just don't get it. The more dumb and the fewer miles to the gallon they get the cooler? Anyways I saw this on my friends fb and oh my I love it.

FOOD FROM LECA

Leca's the funniest thing in town. She's also giving away free food. Check it out. To get to her blog click the title of my post or her name here LECA

I Miss My OB

I know you are thinking huh? That has to be a typo, right? Well it's not. I have gone to the same OB/GYN for almost all of my 4 children for prenatal and postnatal care. Her name is Rita. She's the greatest thing since, well, tampons. I even saw Rita when I had some trouble before I had children! That means I have been seeing her for nearly 9 years. She has been witness to some of my finest moments and some of the ugliest.
This is what makes a good OB in my opinion:

They can make jokes while giving you an exam.
They can entertain an extra kid with a speculum
They don't laugh when you are so hormonal and cry to them
They laugh when you are so hormonal and cry to them
They don't say anything when you didn't shave because you couldn't see
They look just as shocked as you when you are pregnant at your 6 week check-up
They don't hang up when you call them on their personal line
They give you an extra ultra-sound when you just need to SEE the baby
They love the miracle of life
They don't care when a kid barfs in the waiting room
They will check other parts on your body so you don't have to see another doc
They make you appointments with mental health when you really are crazy
They give prenatal care to rockstars and refuse to be videoed by MTV

You see about 2 1/2 to 3 years after I have a baby I have always returned to see Rita to start over again. This time I will not be returning. There will be no more babies. I am sad. That was always a fun part of being pregnant, seeing Rita every month or more. I guess I could fake something?

For the Love

I have followed Nie's blog for a long time. Actually, since I started my own blog. I laughed with her before her accident about her children, and then I cried with her during her accident. I got to know her sisters who cared for her children while she was sleeping.



I add my testimony to hers, that we can be close to our Father in times of need. He loves us. He loves me (and you too)!

If you want to check out Nie's blog just scroll down on my side bar and there's a link that says, "I read Nie Nie"

POPPY: Hear Her ROAR

 

You all know I adore my children. But some days it's a lot easier to love them than others. Today it was REALLY easy. Number 2 got an award at the semester assembly. I knew she could do it!

We're all a BUZZ

Here's the new hive and our favorite Bee Keeper in his sexy new costume. We will soon be waist deep in Honey!

Sea World

 

Melissa and I got away for the weekend. We stayed in the Gaslamp district in San Diego. With no kids we went to Sea Word