Halloween is coming up and I got Reagan a monkey costume. When it arrived she was asleep so I opened it and when she woke up I told her Halloween is coming up and she is going to be a monkey. She looked at me and said "No, kitty". I guess she really wanted to be a kitty. She wouldn't try it on for a couple of days until Brian forced it on her. So a few days later, Brian was telling her about trick or treating and told her that she had to put her costume on and knock on the doors and say trick or treat and she would get candy. So they practiced, instead of saying trick or treat she said "want chocolate". I think she learned that phrase from Terra. So the next morning at about 7:30 she came into my bedroom and said to me " mom get up get costume." I went into her room and she wanted her costume on. I got it down for not realizing exactly what she was wanting. After I got it down she says to me " put on get chocolate. " So she did and I went to get her chocolate and she looks at me out of the corner of her eyes and say trick or treat? I went back to Brian and told him what he has started. Since then she has done it several times.
I hope and think possibly that I may be starting to get a handle on some things. I took Jaxon to the doctor yesterday and hopefully we got him on something that will make him feel a little better. At the Doc he weighed 11lbs 4 oz and was 24.5 inches long. He has grown 3 inches since he was born. He is going to be tall. We are working on getting him to sleep in his own crib but he seems to like it so much better next to me. I don't though. He snores really loud. Maybe I can trick him into it with warming his bed and whatever else I can think of.
Great Things:
1. epidurals
2. sleeping babies
3. A husband who takes the kids
4. relatively long baths
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Crayon
You Are a Purple Crayon
Your world is colored in dreamy, divine, and classy colors.
You hold yourself to a sky high standard, and you are always graceful.
People envy, idolize, and copy you without realizing it. You are an icon for those who know you.
And while it is hard to be a perfectionist, rest assured it's paying off!
Your color wheel opposite is yellow. While yellow people may be wise, they lack the manners and class needed to impress you.
http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"
Your world is colored in dreamy, divine, and classy colors.
You hold yourself to a sky high standard, and you are always graceful.
People envy, idolize, and copy you without realizing it. You are an icon for those who know you.
And while it is hard to be a perfectionist, rest assured it's paying off!
Your color wheel opposite is yellow. While yellow people may be wise, they lack the manners and class needed to impress you.
http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"
So, I am doing okay and I am still alive. Jaxon has apparently developed some colic, upset stomach, a Reagan or all of the above and cries way too much for me to handle. I have tried every trick in the book to no avail. People tell me it will improve but I see no end in sight or hearing. The parade oh homes is over and went well. It has been really busy but it is slowing down for a minute. We are however going to attempt to finish up on our own house. I have some new pictures and some funny stories.
One day I was helping Reagan say the prayer before bed and this is how it went:
Mom: Say Heavenly Father
R: Father
M: thanks for this day
R: Day
M: help us sleep good
R: sleep good
M: bless us to be patient and kind
R: bless mom be patient
I stopped and had to laugh a little before i finished. I thought wow, I must be really bad.
I cut Reagans hair the other day. It is a little uneven but oh well. So the pictures are of Reagan's thigh highs aka my socks, and one day I had finished sewing a outfit for Reagan and she wanted to put it on. So she did and sat on the piano marilyn style. Sorry for the punctuation, this is a one hand typed blog.
Monday, September 8, 2008
I am still Here!
So I am still alive. And I think I might even make it. I am getting exceptionally good at typing, making a bottle, and eating all with one hand. I make several trips to the bathroom daily while holding a baby (for Reagan that is), and can manage to rock two kids at the same time and get them into bed still while holding both of them.
We are incredibly busy right now doing children and Parade of Homes. That starts this week so we are getting everything wrapped up. I still have decorating to do and it will be done on Wednesday or before 10 am on Thursday. It will be nice to have it all done and then maybe we can relax and go to a few Boise State games or at least Brian can go.
Yesterday, Jaxon got blessed. I thought he was going to scream through the entire thing but he didn't. He had been screaming all week long, that is why I thought that. It is hard to find a blessing outfit for a boy and then one that fits. Well the fitting was the hard part. Everything was so huge on the sparrow boy so on Saturday at 10 pm I was taking it in on the shirt and vest and shortening the sleeves. I got to the pants and didn't have any energy to do it so I rolled the top down and the bottom up. It still looked big but it worked and that is all that matters. We had dinner at our house afterwards. I am surprised that he doesn't really cry more for all the things that Reagan does to him he just takes it. Every so often he will let out a wail when she tries to shove the binky in his mouth as she squeezes his head. "She yikes him" she says.
So I am managing and will still probably be managing in 20 years when they are out of the house. Now if only I could get some more sleep I might even do better than manage.
Here are some new pictures.
He is a long boy if you are wondering why I posted that picture of him stretched out.
Monday, September 1, 2008
5 minutes PEACE!
So I have 2 children now and I am out of my mind. I don't get anything done all day long. Sometimes I am lucky enough to get a shower in. I try to every now and again so I don't smell too bad. It seems like just as one kid stops bawling the other starts and that is how my days go now and probably for the rest of my life. I probably should read my previous post on Why we become mothers a few times a day to get through the day. My sister took new pictures of Jaxon of I have yet to have time to look at them let alone to post them on my blog. Someday soon when I have a semblance of normalcy I will. Don't wait though, I am not sure when that will come.
Reagan has been a stinker since the baby came. She has to be in the middle of everything. She rides him like a horse, tips the carseat over with him in it, pokes his head, squeezes his feet you name it, she does it. The poor boy doesn't seem to mind too much. Every now and again he will let out a wail. She sure does like him though. The other day as I was helping her say prayers at night, I said say "please help us to be patient" she said "please mom be patient". It makes me feel like such a great mom when your 2 yr old prays for you to be patient. She has been waking up for like 2 hours at night and won't go back to sleep, so last night Brian told her that if she stayed in her bed all night long and didn't get out he would get her a snow cone. Today she woke up and ran into the living room and said "snowcone"! She was excited. We are also learning she has an excellent memory.
Since I haven't posted pictures and you would like to see some go to the side of my blog and click on Petunia that will take you to my sisters blog and you can view some there. I will try to get it done in the next week or two when I have 5 minutes peace. That is also a book 5 minutes peace. Read it if you have children, it will all make sense.
Reagan has been a stinker since the baby came. She has to be in the middle of everything. She rides him like a horse, tips the carseat over with him in it, pokes his head, squeezes his feet you name it, she does it. The poor boy doesn't seem to mind too much. Every now and again he will let out a wail. She sure does like him though. The other day as I was helping her say prayers at night, I said say "please help us to be patient" she said "please mom be patient". It makes me feel like such a great mom when your 2 yr old prays for you to be patient. She has been waking up for like 2 hours at night and won't go back to sleep, so last night Brian told her that if she stayed in her bed all night long and didn't get out he would get her a snow cone. Today she woke up and ran into the living room and said "snowcone"! She was excited. We are also learning she has an excellent memory.
Since I haven't posted pictures and you would like to see some go to the side of my blog and click on Petunia that will take you to my sisters blog and you can view some there. I will try to get it done in the next week or two when I have 5 minutes peace. That is also a book 5 minutes peace. Read it if you have children, it will all make sense.
Friday, August 8, 2008
He is Here!
Jaxon Clegg Crandall is here. Yeah! I know that everyone wants to see pictures so here are a few. I will post more and really post soon.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Why We Become Mothers
We become mothers for a variety of reasons I guess. Sometimes as I go throughout my day and have a zillion things go wrong or worse think I am crazy, I wonder why I signed up for this thing called motherhood.
You find out you are pregnant and you and your husband are elated. It is exciting to have a baby. The moment you first feel it kick or that you find out if you are having a boy or girl. What is there not to be excited about. Nothing. You didn't think about how the baby was actually going to get out of the womb and then nobody tells you anything about the after effects of having the baby. You know what I am talking about, the weight gain, trying to shed the weight gain, breastfeeding, getting no sleep, trying to figure out if the baby is hungry or just exactly why it is crying and don't even let me get started on the hormone changes your body decides to go through at this time too. It is pure bliss.
As months go by you think you have the hang of this baby thing. You pride yourself on being able to get 6 hours of sleep or even better go throughout the day with less sleep and try not to be too ornery. That is just when it begins. No one tells you will become the person that takes away their bottle, their precious and most loved binky, their blanket if they happen to have one, change them from a crib to a bed, and yes potty train them. The bottle, I could do. It seemed to be a fairly easy transition to deal with, even the bed wasn't that bad, the binky on the other hand it is a little bit harder. They get so attached to it. It is the equivalent to mountain dew for some people or perhaps a cigarette for others. I mean, we all have our vices, we just don't realize what they are to us until we have to give them up.
I decided to potty train today so we left somewhere and came back and took a nap and after that we put panties on which was about 4pm. Well, at 8 pm we had already gone through 4 additional pairs of panties and it doesn't seems to phase her too much. I have kept my patience though. Tomorrow is another day and we will start again. Motherhood.
So anyway, my point in all of this is that we didn't sign up for all of these other things that we have to do along the way. But at the end of the day, I get to look at the most beautiful thing as I put her to bed 2 hours late because she won't stay in bed. And the minute they hand you your newborn baby in the hospital that moment is a moment you will never forget how you felt. Just like Heavenly Father said, I never said it would be easy, it will be worth. Jesus Christ gave his life for us and it was worth it to him to make that sacrifice for me. Motherhood may not be easy, but is always worth it. It is so pleasing to me every time my daughter does something that I know I have taught her or when she turns around and has two binkies stuffed in her mouth, or when she really does want to hold your hand to walk across the street, or when she says please and thank you. Even though several times a day I think it will just be a few more days before they admit me to the nut house I become a mother because that is my divine role, because these are the moments that I have waited for, and because I love it.
You find out you are pregnant and you and your husband are elated. It is exciting to have a baby. The moment you first feel it kick or that you find out if you are having a boy or girl. What is there not to be excited about. Nothing. You didn't think about how the baby was actually going to get out of the womb and then nobody tells you anything about the after effects of having the baby. You know what I am talking about, the weight gain, trying to shed the weight gain, breastfeeding, getting no sleep, trying to figure out if the baby is hungry or just exactly why it is crying and don't even let me get started on the hormone changes your body decides to go through at this time too. It is pure bliss.
As months go by you think you have the hang of this baby thing. You pride yourself on being able to get 6 hours of sleep or even better go throughout the day with less sleep and try not to be too ornery. That is just when it begins. No one tells you will become the person that takes away their bottle, their precious and most loved binky, their blanket if they happen to have one, change them from a crib to a bed, and yes potty train them. The bottle, I could do. It seemed to be a fairly easy transition to deal with, even the bed wasn't that bad, the binky on the other hand it is a little bit harder. They get so attached to it. It is the equivalent to mountain dew for some people or perhaps a cigarette for others. I mean, we all have our vices, we just don't realize what they are to us until we have to give them up.
I decided to potty train today so we left somewhere and came back and took a nap and after that we put panties on which was about 4pm. Well, at 8 pm we had already gone through 4 additional pairs of panties and it doesn't seems to phase her too much. I have kept my patience though. Tomorrow is another day and we will start again. Motherhood.
So anyway, my point in all of this is that we didn't sign up for all of these other things that we have to do along the way. But at the end of the day, I get to look at the most beautiful thing as I put her to bed 2 hours late because she won't stay in bed. And the minute they hand you your newborn baby in the hospital that moment is a moment you will never forget how you felt. Just like Heavenly Father said, I never said it would be easy, it will be worth. Jesus Christ gave his life for us and it was worth it to him to make that sacrifice for me. Motherhood may not be easy, but is always worth it. It is so pleasing to me every time my daughter does something that I know I have taught her or when she turns around and has two binkies stuffed in her mouth, or when she really does want to hold your hand to walk across the street, or when she says please and thank you. Even though several times a day I think it will just be a few more days before they admit me to the nut house I become a mother because that is my divine role, because these are the moments that I have waited for, and because I love it.
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