Remember how there is a growth in my womb? Yeah, cool. Remember how I am nauseated 21 out of the 24 hours of the day(sleeping the other 3) ? Remember how it is THE HOLIDAYS? Remember how I am not getting a lot done? Me too. Remember how that is just going to have to be okay this year? Really? Well, it is.
I really am trying to get in the spirit of it all( and failing miserably), trying to keep my house from being condemned(it is NASTY), and trying to not complain(yea right, like that's possible) . But the reality is that my boys are pretty much on their own and Mills is watching far to many movies. The good news is that I have found a way to bring my preggo state and the holidays together. Pregmas songs. Enjoy!
"Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say go take a nap....."
"Have your self a merry little fetus, let it's arms grow right. From now on my brain cells will be out of sight."
"What were you thinking? pa rum pum pum pum. You suck at pregnancy. pa rum pum pum pum."
"Santa baby, just put some drugs right under the tree, for me. The kind that make me feel swell, or well. I've been a really good girl....."
"I'm dreaming of a white zombie and having weird preg nan cy dreams."(seriously bizarre)
"Jolly old St. Nicolas lean your ear this way. Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say. Four seems like a lot of kids. I know this was our plan. Whisper how to do this right. Tell me if I can?"
"Jingle bells, my house smells, like a rotten egg."
"Joy to the womb..."
Merry Pregmas to all!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Bet you didn't know.....
Bet you didn't know some things about my gal. She is easily entertained. Give her a laundry basket and some camp pillows and she is ok for hours. She also gets over things pretty quick, easily redirected.
She loves a good shoe, be it male, female, child, horse, whatevs. She is also adamant about doing things on her own. "I dee it!" is her favorite phrase after accomplishing something major like putting her legs through the arm holes of a shirt or pulling all of the pans out of the cupboard or writing all over herself with a pen. She is also not afraid to say no or "I not" as in "Millie, give mom a kiss."-- "I not".
She eats more than most people I know and has not developed a comlpex about it. After polishing off 2 eggs, a piece of toast, 2 clementines, a bowl of yogurt, and a bowl of peaches plus washing it all down with a glass of moo she fills completely comfortable in nothing but jewelry and some sassy shoes. No body issues in sight.
She is a kisser. Every time she leaves the room or space I am in she says "bye, bye...kees...ug" then proceeds to kees and ug and go about her biz. She will also randomly rub the boys hair and kiss them while they are doing homework or watching the tube.
She has a great way of putting things......
Hoe djew=pick me up lady
Seet=put that thing right where my hand is patting
sawsee=her beloved softies aka woobies, buddies, blankets
bess djew mommy=gesundheit
sawee mommy, djew vekum= thanks
mon budders= lets go peeps
She is a gem and I can't believe she is mine.
She loves a good shoe, be it male, female, child, horse, whatevs. She is also adamant about doing things on her own. "I dee it!" is her favorite phrase after accomplishing something major like putting her legs through the arm holes of a shirt or pulling all of the pans out of the cupboard or writing all over herself with a pen. She is also not afraid to say no or "I not" as in "Millie, give mom a kiss."-- "I not".
She eats more than most people I know and has not developed a comlpex about it. After polishing off 2 eggs, a piece of toast, 2 clementines, a bowl of yogurt, and a bowl of peaches plus washing it all down with a glass of moo she fills completely comfortable in nothing but jewelry and some sassy shoes. No body issues in sight.
She is a kisser. Every time she leaves the room or space I am in she says "bye, bye...kees...ug" then proceeds to kees and ug and go about her biz. She will also randomly rub the boys hair and kiss them while they are doing homework or watching the tube.
She has a great way of putting things......Hoe djew=pick me up lady
Seet=put that thing right where my hand is patting
sawsee=her beloved softies aka woobies, buddies, blankets
bess djew mommy=gesundheit
sawee mommy, djew vekum= thanks
mon budders= lets go peeps
She is a gem and I can't believe she is mine.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Compulsive Complaining at it's best
I am good at a few things. Some things I am really good at. Take complaining. I have mastered the art. If they had a rating system I would be a 7th degree black belt. I am that good. The only problem is that it gives me tremendous amounts of shame. Every time I complain a little voice in my head says, "Good women don't complain." So I am going to prove once and for all I am not a good woman. Sorry to disappoint.
I feel like crap. I know that I planned this pregnancy. I want this baby like crazy. I know I did the deed(willingly, I might add) that brought me to this point. I know that sickness is a sign of a healthy pregnancy. I know there are people who can't get pregnant and that is down-right unfair. I know that Marjorie Hinkley and Barbara Bake never complained. But merciful heavens, being pregnant is not my favorite thing. I feel like there is an alien in my body and my body is trying to kill me because it likes the alien more. That no matter what activity or position I assume I still feel "car sick", nauseated and not a little pissy. Plus I started 15lbs chubbier than normal so that gives me a crappy fatittude. My poor kids and husband are completely on the back burner because this baby-making biz is exhausting. My house, my appearance, my patience, my sanity, have all taken a trip down the toilet. I am useless and not one bit fun to be around. And I am only 9 1/2 weeks along. OH the HORROR. My last 3 pregnancies all started this way. Then at about 12-13 weeks I was no longer nauseated, just tired and crabby. So friends I am sorry, genuinely sorry that I suck as a pregnant woman. I know the end result is the very best thing ever so I will try and keep the complaints to a bare minimum. I will try and not use my mad skills so much. I will try to talk about other things, like my baby's obsession with shoes. Just believe somewhere inside of me is a good woman.(and a growing alien, I mean baby)
I feel like crap. I know that I planned this pregnancy. I want this baby like crazy. I know I did the deed(willingly, I might add) that brought me to this point. I know that sickness is a sign of a healthy pregnancy. I know there are people who can't get pregnant and that is down-right unfair. I know that Marjorie Hinkley and Barbara Bake never complained. But merciful heavens, being pregnant is not my favorite thing. I feel like there is an alien in my body and my body is trying to kill me because it likes the alien more. That no matter what activity or position I assume I still feel "car sick", nauseated and not a little pissy. Plus I started 15lbs chubbier than normal so that gives me a crappy fatittude. My poor kids and husband are completely on the back burner because this baby-making biz is exhausting. My house, my appearance, my patience, my sanity, have all taken a trip down the toilet. I am useless and not one bit fun to be around. And I am only 9 1/2 weeks along. OH the HORROR. My last 3 pregnancies all started this way. Then at about 12-13 weeks I was no longer nauseated, just tired and crabby. So friends I am sorry, genuinely sorry that I suck as a pregnant woman. I know the end result is the very best thing ever so I will try and keep the complaints to a bare minimum. I will try and not use my mad skills so much. I will try to talk about other things, like my baby's obsession with shoes. Just believe somewhere inside of me is a good woman.(and a growing alien, I mean baby)
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Gobble gobbledy goo!
This year was special. This year for about 3 weeks I thought that I would be having Thanksgiving at my home with my family. I know, sounds beautiful. But in my mind it was not sounding beautiful at all. Come inside my head for one second...Dave-doing all of the cooking, me doing all of the clean-up, the kids being the kids. When the meal(delish) is done, said husband heads downstairs to relax, said kids head downstairs for some Wii time, me alone. No one to chat with and play a rousing game of Phase Ten with, no one to complain to about holiday weight gain, no Black Friday plans, BOO HISS. But wait, that is not what happened at all. No no my friends we spent 4 glorious days in Parma, ID. Basking in the joys of family, food, and fun. Truly a great Thanksgiving. There was eating and sleeping and running in the empty canal. There were cousins and new babies and old babies and Mills was in heaven. There were dogs and horses. There were pockets full of flowers, leaves as big as your head and legos galore. There were guns and clay pigeons and Dave letting go of the handle bars of the motorcycle. There was pranks and trampoline jumping and injuries for each child. There was scum and Black Friday and all day prego sickness. In a word, Bliss. All of the things I am most thankful for(almost-Selman clan was AWOL ) Just see for yourself.
Monday, November 24, 2008
About a Boy
On November 23, 1999 I welcomed to the world(after 17 hours of labor, 3 hours pushing, 4.9 doctors with their hands in my particulars trying to remove his head from my pelvis, me screaming "don't cut my stomach, rip him out of my particulars!", and a forceps delivery)my first born, Henry. As I held him he stared straight into my eyes with a look that could have only said "don't screw this up lady, seriously." And I was hooked, gaga, madly in love, in awe and thrilled. On November 23, 2008 he turned 9. After going to bed early the night before(he was so excited) he woke up, popped into my room and looked straight into my eyes with a look that could only mean, "we have gotten this far, don't screw this up lady, no really." And I realize I am even more hooked, gaga, madly in love, in awe and thrilled. He is a keeper. An amazing person. A fantastic brother. An artist. A kind and devoted son. The only person I know who laughs clear to his toes, often. A wit, an intellect, a goof, and a pal. He is adventurous and easy going. Hardworking, conscientious, and eager. My first born, my Henry. I know he was sent straight from heaven to me and I love. love, love the boy he is. Happy Birthday Henry and thank you for all that you add to my life.(a lot, buddy, a lot.)
Please mom come out of your pregnancy-induced stupor and let me open presents.
I am the Lord of all Bionicles(seriously the boy loves them and has since he was tiny)
Watch as this pig is devoured
I am 9 and awesome
My mom sure makes a mean carrot cake(his choice)P.S. what the H is that chair doing blocking the action?
Please mom come out of your pregnancy-induced stupor and let me open presents.
I am the Lord of all Bionicles(seriously the boy loves them and has since he was tiny)
Watch as this pig is devoured
I am 9 and awesome
My mom sure makes a mean carrot cake(his choice)P.S. what the H is that chair doing blocking the action?Thursday, November 20, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
A couple of questions that need answerin'
Hey Hi Howdy my fellow peeps. So sometimes I sit around and just wonder. You know about this and that and why and how and what the...? Sometimes I figure stuff out and sometimes I don't. Sometimes it seems like I just create more unanswerable questions. So if you have the answers to any of these questions .......well answer them, please, ok thanks. cough.
1. Why does Millie's top hair not grow? She is growing a sweet femullet that would make Chrissie Hynde jealous but I need top hair. I have all kinds of paraphernalia that only responds to top hair. What the?
2. Is America really going to change? How do I play a positive role in that change? Doesn't change start at a really deep personal level?
3. Why do I get so emotionally involved in certain T.V. shows? I actually find myself talking to, yelling at, pleading with, and chastising these poor folks(some aren't even real people) plus they can't even hear me. Am I an idiot?(don't answer that part)
4. What is the square root of 789,688 times Pi?
5. Is it odd that I obsess over my children's lives? That I am in a constant state of worry? About school, friends, their souls, their confidence, their lack of top hair? Is there a cure for this?
6. Are my eyes really going to fall out if I wear my disposable contacts for over 3 months?
7. Does anyone really like those Idaho Spud candy bars besides my husband?
8. If you could have one do-over what would it be?
9. Why is it that some people can keep their houses clean, be good parents, fulfill all church, civic and familial responsibilities and look good doing it and I can barely keep my peeps alive and shower daily?
10. Why can't I memorize my husband's social security #?
11. Why does bagged salad get gooey so fast and the uncut stuff last for so long?
12. Why do so many people I really enjoy have to live so blasted far away? Don't you people see how fun I am? Move closer. There are 4 houses for sale in my neighborhood. Is it really asking that much?
13. Why did the girl at the beauty school with the trembling hands give me a hair cut that would make a neanderthal man jealous and get away with it? I think her instructor was a tad-bit high. I know, I should have said something. But her hands were trembling and she actually curled my hair with the flat iron and I felt sorry for her.
14. Why can't I keep secrets? Like the one the little stick just told me. You know, the one with 2 blue lines?
15. Does anyone want to go to the Body World's exhibit with me? Dave is totally grossed out by the idea.
16. Does anyone know where I can get a great treadmill and a great piano for CHEAP? No, seriously?
17. What should I get the boys for Christmas that doesn't cost an arm and a leg but that blows their young minds?
18. Isn't life a trip?
1. Why does Millie's top hair not grow? She is growing a sweet femullet that would make Chrissie Hynde jealous but I need top hair. I have all kinds of paraphernalia that only responds to top hair. What the?
2. Is America really going to change? How do I play a positive role in that change? Doesn't change start at a really deep personal level?
3. Why do I get so emotionally involved in certain T.V. shows? I actually find myself talking to, yelling at, pleading with, and chastising these poor folks(some aren't even real people) plus they can't even hear me. Am I an idiot?(don't answer that part)
4. What is the square root of 789,688 times Pi?
5. Is it odd that I obsess over my children's lives? That I am in a constant state of worry? About school, friends, their souls, their confidence, their lack of top hair? Is there a cure for this?
6. Are my eyes really going to fall out if I wear my disposable contacts for over 3 months?
7. Does anyone really like those Idaho Spud candy bars besides my husband?
8. If you could have one do-over what would it be?
9. Why is it that some people can keep their houses clean, be good parents, fulfill all church, civic and familial responsibilities and look good doing it and I can barely keep my peeps alive and shower daily?
10. Why can't I memorize my husband's social security #?
11. Why does bagged salad get gooey so fast and the uncut stuff last for so long?
12. Why do so many people I really enjoy have to live so blasted far away? Don't you people see how fun I am? Move closer. There are 4 houses for sale in my neighborhood. Is it really asking that much?
13. Why did the girl at the beauty school with the trembling hands give me a hair cut that would make a neanderthal man jealous and get away with it? I think her instructor was a tad-bit high. I know, I should have said something. But her hands were trembling and she actually curled my hair with the flat iron and I felt sorry for her.
14. Why can't I keep secrets? Like the one the little stick just told me. You know, the one with 2 blue lines?
15. Does anyone want to go to the Body World's exhibit with me? Dave is totally grossed out by the idea.
16. Does anyone know where I can get a great treadmill and a great piano for CHEAP? No, seriously?
17. What should I get the boys for Christmas that doesn't cost an arm and a leg but that blows their young minds?
18. Isn't life a trip?
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Here's to the Halloweener...ME
This year I was humbled by Halloween. Seems like I am a tad high-strung. Having issues that swing toward perfectionism. Want to create memories, or in some cases, force memories. Trying to learn to just be and let these people take me on the journey of THEIR lives. I am learning still. Be patient. By the time these kids are raised I am gonna be one awesome mama.
Let me recap.
1. Costumes
A.Made Millie's costume.
1. Fit like a straight-jacket, putting it on could be likened unto torture.
2. Feather's are still turning up in the oddest places in the house.
3. She was super cute in it, thus I laughed at her a lot which she did not appreciate.
4. Costume took about 6 hours to make(after going to H and back to find all supplies)
B. Made Henry's costume
1. Took the better part of a day in which I became "mean, yelly mommy" and may have said some REALLY bad words in my mind (more than once)
2. Had to do two major re-hauls to get it to Henry's standards
3. Boy never even wore the blasted thing(used grim reaper robe from 2 halloweens ago)
4. Did I mention it was a boy being abducted by a werewolf? yea. and it was quasi-awesome.
C. Made Max's costume
1. Made it last year for Henry
2. Poor Max got the short end of the stick(but don't tell him)
3. Awesome Indian costume.
2. Events
A. Neighborhood Halloween fair
1. Day of the BYU game that Dave's family came in town to watch, had a gaggle of peeps at my house
2. Felt obligated to do a booth with Yvette and attend said fair
3. It was cold, I was crabby, Millie was clingy because I was away from her all day
4. Henry wore aforementioned Reaper robe with nothing underneath but his skivvies. Needless to say it was a sight to behold(little stick body wrapped in thinnest material known to man)
5. Millie was afraid of 96.8% of the costumes; spiderman, batman, any masked people and an awesome yoda baby, just to name a few.
6. Max won a candy bar, got himself a hotdog, putting the equivalent of his body weight in ketchup on it and then used his costume as a giant napkin
7. Did I mention that Henry really should have dressed as a skeleton, it would have been horrifyingly convincing(don't tell him I said that)
B. Halloween night
1. A few days before the BIG day the boys and I, with help from my parents, gutted and cleaned all of our pumpkins.
Halloween day after school I asked boys if they wanted to carve them. Max gave me a sketch and Henry was no where to be found. I carved all of them myself and for some reason this ticked me off. You plan these traditional events and then your people don't even care( I have since realized I need to chill, and have)
2. So as stated I am in a sour mood(I know, I know I need to take medication, get some shots, or see a trained profesh) the boys are no where to be found when it is optimal-costume-putting-on time and so mood becomes more sour(we are talking lemons, people)
3. Yell at boys. Say NO to pre-trunk-or-treat trick-or-treating.
4. Say sorry and trick-or-treat our block
5. Millie warms up after the first couple of houses as she watches candy being dropped in to her pumpkin and holds out bag saying "teet" (seriously adorable)
6. Mood becomes less sour (akin to lemonade)
7. Go to Trunk-or-treat at parents ward. Millie refuses to eat dinner insistently saying "TEET"
8. Get gobbs of candy by walking around the gym and holding out bags saying "teet"
9. Millie reaches optimal sugar capacity and is actually running and spinning in circles giggling, finally throwing up on chicken costume which is absolutely uncleanable
10. See a bunch of people I adore including Candace, Matt, Heidi, Jacoy, all the old wardies, an old guy that seriously has the best pirate costume I have seen, and more.
11. Go home exhausted but happy. Too late to do "real" trick-or-treating which I am secretly exstatic about
12. Get to spend quality time with my brother Matt, whom I love. As do my children.
13. Seriously apologize to kids for Mommy Madness and thankfully they forgive me and shower me with Reece's peanutbutter cups.
14. All in all really enjoyed the holiday, found some fun decor and have recommitted to not trying to have traditions for traditions sake(no forced pumpkin carving here) but to try and remember that this really is all about my little spooks and to chill baby, chill baby, chill baby, wait.
THE END
Let me recap.
1. Costumes
A.Made Millie's costume.
1. Fit like a straight-jacket, putting it on could be likened unto torture.
2. Feather's are still turning up in the oddest places in the house.
3. She was super cute in it, thus I laughed at her a lot which she did not appreciate.
4. Costume took about 6 hours to make(after going to H and back to find all supplies)
B. Made Henry's costume
1. Took the better part of a day in which I became "mean, yelly mommy" and may have said some REALLY bad words in my mind (more than once)
2. Had to do two major re-hauls to get it to Henry's standards
3. Boy never even wore the blasted thing(used grim reaper robe from 2 halloweens ago)
4. Did I mention it was a boy being abducted by a werewolf? yea. and it was quasi-awesome.
C. Made Max's costume
1. Made it last year for Henry
2. Poor Max got the short end of the stick(but don't tell him)
3. Awesome Indian costume.
2. Events
A. Neighborhood Halloween fair
1. Day of the BYU game that Dave's family came in town to watch, had a gaggle of peeps at my house
2. Felt obligated to do a booth with Yvette and attend said fair
3. It was cold, I was crabby, Millie was clingy because I was away from her all day
4. Henry wore aforementioned Reaper robe with nothing underneath but his skivvies. Needless to say it was a sight to behold(little stick body wrapped in thinnest material known to man)
5. Millie was afraid of 96.8% of the costumes; spiderman, batman, any masked people and an awesome yoda baby, just to name a few.
6. Max won a candy bar, got himself a hotdog, putting the equivalent of his body weight in ketchup on it and then used his costume as a giant napkin
7. Did I mention that Henry really should have dressed as a skeleton, it would have been horrifyingly convincing(don't tell him I said that)
B. Halloween night
1. A few days before the BIG day the boys and I, with help from my parents, gutted and cleaned all of our pumpkins.
Halloween day after school I asked boys if they wanted to carve them. Max gave me a sketch and Henry was no where to be found. I carved all of them myself and for some reason this ticked me off. You plan these traditional events and then your people don't even care( I have since realized I need to chill, and have)
2. So as stated I am in a sour mood(I know, I know I need to take medication, get some shots, or see a trained profesh) the boys are no where to be found when it is optimal-costume-putting-on time and so mood becomes more sour(we are talking lemons, people)
3. Yell at boys. Say NO to pre-trunk-or-treat trick-or-treating.
4. Say sorry and trick-or-treat our block
5. Millie warms up after the first couple of houses as she watches candy being dropped in to her pumpkin and holds out bag saying "teet" (seriously adorable)
6. Mood becomes less sour (akin to lemonade)
7. Go to Trunk-or-treat at parents ward. Millie refuses to eat dinner insistently saying "TEET"
8. Get gobbs of candy by walking around the gym and holding out bags saying "teet"
9. Millie reaches optimal sugar capacity and is actually running and spinning in circles giggling, finally throwing up on chicken costume which is absolutely uncleanable
10. See a bunch of people I adore including Candace, Matt, Heidi, Jacoy, all the old wardies, an old guy that seriously has the best pirate costume I have seen, and more.
11. Go home exhausted but happy. Too late to do "real" trick-or-treating which I am secretly exstatic about
12. Get to spend quality time with my brother Matt, whom I love. As do my children.
13. Seriously apologize to kids for Mommy Madness and thankfully they forgive me and shower me with Reece's peanutbutter cups.
14. All in all really enjoyed the holiday, found some fun decor and have recommitted to not trying to have traditions for traditions sake(no forced pumpkin carving here) but to try and remember that this really is all about my little spooks and to chill baby, chill baby, chill baby, wait.
THE END
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Ode to blogs
#1. Don't you just love how when you are leaving a comment on certain blogs and you get to "choose your identity"? I love this. So if I wanted to be someone really fabulous and smart and sexy and good at math or a non-procrastinator or super-duper popular or amazingly clever all I would have to do is type it in the name category. I could even leave tacky comments on peoples blogs that I stalk and NO ONE would know cause they have that swell anonymous option.
#2. I really enjoy when you have to type a word verification and you get awesome words like scatif and verbla and nanlob and rumwex and other tasty morsels you can use in everyday conversation. ie."Cleaning the house makes me really nanlob." or "My brain is in a constant state of verbla."
#3. I love how people have those counting meters on their blogs. I think those people have a lot of confidence and I am secretly jealous. I would get one but I am afraid the lack of visits would make me blue.
#4. I have found I kind of get mad at people when they take a long time in between posts so I will shun their blog for a day or two. But I have found I can't stay away for too long or I miss them.
#5. I love when I un-shun(for all you Office fans) a blog and they have done a bunch of posts. It feels like Christmas.
#6. Sad to say but I am a comment whore. I love them. One day this person, whose blog I had been stalking for months and who is awesome, left a comment on my blog. I felt like the nerd who finally gets noticed by the popular kids at school. Then I felt nervous that I really didn't deserve the comment and that maybe I should apologize to that person for my crappy blog but I didn't want them to know I was a stalker so I didn't.
#7. I cry when reading strangers and friends blogs, daily.
#8. Sometimes reading blogs makes me feel envious, grateful, ashamed, amused, crazy, peaceful, hopeful, paranoid, chubby, lucky, confused, uplifted, inspired, lonely, alive, tired, excited and more.
#9. I wish I were a better blogger, person, sister, friend, daughter, mother, wife, Latter-day Saint, American, and human being.
#10. I think I have proven once and for all I am a nerd.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Some Fallish Stuff
Oh fall, how much I love you. I love the way you look, the way you smell, the way the air of you moves across my skin. The football games, the pumpkin days, the sheer joy of the changes that you bring. Everything becomes more crisp, more warm, more homey. Interesting that at the doorstep of their ends the leaves become more alive and vivid. And as the days grow shorter I find myself trying to fill them to the brim. This just may be a love affair. But one that is often bittersweet. Because on your winds comes the whisper of colder days, the end to hours playing out of doors, the heaviness of winter coats and winter nights, and the realization that time is moving steadily on. Aging and changing my children. Making the hands I hold a little bigger and the heads I kiss a little smarter. The winds call them ever forward. Pulling them inevitably out of my arms. Their season living in my home is so short, so precious, so beautiful that as the seasons of this earth change, my heart can't help but ache at the theft it foretells.
Soccer came to an end. Henry really loved it this year and played on a very fun team. He gets better and better every year. It is amazing to watch his little stick legs running down the field after the ball. (look at those red cheeks:)
Max didn't love it this year. He mostly wanted to hang out with his buddies, build ant huts in the grass, and hang on the goal post. His coach actually asked what he could do to get Max more interested in the game. I told him bribes and cattle prods. He did not find either effective.
We spent 2-3 nights a week at the fields and Millie did great. Of course, my parents attended every game. What a blessing they are in our lives.
Canning is inescapable in the fall. I spent many, many hours juicing, boiling, cutting, paring, slicing, and filling all the while murmuring and griping. Then ta-da quarts of tomato juice, whole tomatoes and peaches cover my kitchen and like labor, all the pain is forgotten and all I see are those precious babies.
And what can be funner than a fall day at the pumpkin patch. We have made such great friends in our ward and so spent the afternoon with them. On the hunt for the perfect pumpkin we found the perfect day at the Red Barn. We rode the hay wagon, traipsed through pumpkin fields, and ate yummy ice cream. Millie fell in the patch about 18.3 times but still had fun. The boys were a little bummed that I wouldn't let them take the biggest pumpkin home(my dad grows pumpkins -it just didn't seem prudent to pay for what comes our way for free) but ended up happy with their "ghost" pumpkins.
Soccer came to an end. Henry really loved it this year and played on a very fun team. He gets better and better every year. It is amazing to watch his little stick legs running down the field after the ball. (look at those red cheeks:)
Max didn't love it this year. He mostly wanted to hang out with his buddies, build ant huts in the grass, and hang on the goal post. His coach actually asked what he could do to get Max more interested in the game. I told him bribes and cattle prods. He did not find either effective.
We spent 2-3 nights a week at the fields and Millie did great. Of course, my parents attended every game. What a blessing they are in our lives.
Canning is inescapable in the fall. I spent many, many hours juicing, boiling, cutting, paring, slicing, and filling all the while murmuring and griping. Then ta-da quarts of tomato juice, whole tomatoes and peaches cover my kitchen and like labor, all the pain is forgotten and all I see are those precious babies.
And what can be funner than a fall day at the pumpkin patch. We have made such great friends in our ward and so spent the afternoon with them. On the hunt for the perfect pumpkin we found the perfect day at the Red Barn. We rode the hay wagon, traipsed through pumpkin fields, and ate yummy ice cream. Millie fell in the patch about 18.3 times but still had fun. The boys were a little bummed that I wouldn't let them take the biggest pumpkin home(my dad grows pumpkins -it just didn't seem prudent to pay for what comes our way for free) but ended up happy with their "ghost" pumpkins. 
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