Little kids don't care if you dress funny (because they usually dress funny themselves), or if you're pretty or ugly, if you're smart or not so smart, or if you're cool or lame. Little kids just want people to be nice to them, and play with them. I think this is why Christ tells us to be like children. Children don't judge people by their outside appearances, or social standing, or awkwardness. Children often judge people according to the kindness in their hearts.
Henry is such a sweet loving little child. He is always going up to people and giving them hugs, and giving smiles to everybody. He will say hi to the fanciest person in town or a bum on the street. Someday, when I grew up, I want to be just like Henry.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
So Many Questions?
Really today? Did you seriously just happen? Why does Henry think it's so awesome to do the exact opposite of what I ask? Why does Pepper sleep amazingly some days, then take a few 40 minute naps other days? Why do I (and my stomach fat) love Easter candy so much? Why does Eric have to do nice things after I get mad at him? How come I married such an awesome, hard working guy? How come I have such adorable kids? What are they going to grow up to be? How can Henry possibly have so much energy? Is there a way to harness that energy? What should we do for date night tomorrow? Why am I still awake? (so sleepy). I'm going to feed Pep now. ZZZzzzzz....
Friday, April 18, 2014
"The Toughest Job"
I think a lot of moms over dramatize the hardships of continuous motherhood. There are really crappy parts of being a mom. There are times when I can't handle it anymore and I just cry. There are times when I can't sleep, or my kids can't sleep so I can't get anything done. It's a frustrating job, it's emotionally straining at times, but it's also emotionally rewarding - much more so than probably any other job out there. When kids go off to school, motherhood gets easier.
Probably though, most moms complain about it because they don't have Eric for a husband. Eric doesn't have a 9-5 job, then comes home and wants dinner. He works 60 hours a week. He works hard doing his calling. He doesn't demand a lot of time to himself. In fact, he encourages me to go have girl time or me time.
Eric helps me with taking care of our kids - he understands that we're partners. Granted, he has a job that makes money, and I stay home and take care of Henry and Pepper solo most of the time, but he helps when he can. He's not perfect and I'm not perfect. He should get off his phone or computer when his kids want his attention and I should clean up. But I'm one of the lucky ones. My husband works hard and pays attention.
Probably though, most moms complain about it because they don't have Eric for a husband. Eric doesn't have a 9-5 job, then comes home and wants dinner. He works 60 hours a week. He works hard doing his calling. He doesn't demand a lot of time to himself. In fact, he encourages me to go have girl time or me time.
Eric helps me with taking care of our kids - he understands that we're partners. Granted, he has a job that makes money, and I stay home and take care of Henry and Pepper solo most of the time, but he helps when he can. He's not perfect and I'm not perfect. He should get off his phone or computer when his kids want his attention and I should clean up. But I'm one of the lucky ones. My husband works hard and pays attention.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Reminiscence of My Childhood
I guess my earliest memory is when I was a baby. My dad was cradling me in his arms and waking through our front door. He had a curly fro and mustache. The door frame was light blue and I think there was some kind of construction going on in our house.
My next earliest memory was dad taking apart my crib. It was against the south wall in mine and Molly's room, maple colored. Dad was kneeling on one knee and Molly was standing on the other side of him.
I remember putting up wallpaper in our room - it had a weird smell.
All I remember from preschool was doing this art project with melted crayons, napping on a towel with my name on it and thinking that my mom had very nice handwriting, and having a race on big wheels.
When Molly was in Pod, but I wasn't, I remember going to see her and I sat in her lap in the assembly room when everyone was watching a movie. I remember her being so excited to see me, and vice versa.
I remember my first day of kindergarten. I think I came in a few days late and sat down on the carpet while most of the other kids went to see Jo and give her a hug. That year I also remember being in the bathroom and some older kid turned off the lights. I was so scared.
I remember going over to Mrs. Elliot's house with and without Whitney a lot to visit, but also to get candy. Sometimes we would sneak in just to get candy. Her house also had a weird smell.
I remember playing travel agent and carnival with Whitney. I have a memory of playing with a gymnastic ribbon at her old house, and the first time I tried to have a sleepover, but it didn't work out so well.
I remember swinging on the swing in our back yard. And making shotgun shells with my brothers. And our orange tree. For an April fools joke one time, we were building our pool and had just cut down the tree. Dad got a phony phone call and said we weren't going to be able to build the pool. I was mostly sad about the tree.
I remember Doyle and his pink spot on his shell.
I can't even remember all the times I played in Mammaw's dirt pile, but I remember making mud pies and decorating them with all the different leaves and flowers in her back yard.
I remember Papa made me eat all the green beans from my vegetable beef soup. And he made me drink the milk that I had already dipped my Oreos into. And that he was a loud snorer. But when he stopped smoking, he was really funny and acted like a kid.
I remember going to see my dad when he worked at Saunders. I used his calculator and chap stick. He had his "Are you winning?" Plaque next to his architect(?) table.
I remember my mom dancing, often, to all kinds of music, everywhere around the house.
I remember soccer Saturdays and getting ice cream after.
I remember walking home from church with my Dad on Sundays, we would hold hands and sing songs. But when I was becoming too cool for public affection with him, we made up the "nose scratch;"I made it up in church so when he dropped me off I didn't get too embarrassed.
I remember going to Subway with my mom. And Carl's Jr. - I used to get the salad bar a lot for the cottage cheese.
I remember road trips as a kid...I would sit in the back on top of all the luggage and listening to Disney songs. So safe.
I remember playing the Barbie Game on our first computer.
The memory I have the most with my brothers is 1. Them covering me with a blanket and telling them I can't breathe. 2. Trying to run around the house in 30 brother seconds (1....2....3...4...5..6..7.8.9.10111213). 3. Sleeping in their room on Christmas Eve and them telling Molly and I that there were shotguns pointed at the door and they would go off if we opened the door before morning. 4. I remember feeling loved by Ryan and Brad anyway.
Most every early memory I have is with my family. It makes me really think how we should be spending more time with kids and less time with other stuff.
My next earliest memory was dad taking apart my crib. It was against the south wall in mine and Molly's room, maple colored. Dad was kneeling on one knee and Molly was standing on the other side of him.
I remember putting up wallpaper in our room - it had a weird smell.
All I remember from preschool was doing this art project with melted crayons, napping on a towel with my name on it and thinking that my mom had very nice handwriting, and having a race on big wheels.
When Molly was in Pod, but I wasn't, I remember going to see her and I sat in her lap in the assembly room when everyone was watching a movie. I remember her being so excited to see me, and vice versa.
I remember my first day of kindergarten. I think I came in a few days late and sat down on the carpet while most of the other kids went to see Jo and give her a hug. That year I also remember being in the bathroom and some older kid turned off the lights. I was so scared.
I remember going over to Mrs. Elliot's house with and without Whitney a lot to visit, but also to get candy. Sometimes we would sneak in just to get candy. Her house also had a weird smell.
I remember playing travel agent and carnival with Whitney. I have a memory of playing with a gymnastic ribbon at her old house, and the first time I tried to have a sleepover, but it didn't work out so well.
I remember swinging on the swing in our back yard. And making shotgun shells with my brothers. And our orange tree. For an April fools joke one time, we were building our pool and had just cut down the tree. Dad got a phony phone call and said we weren't going to be able to build the pool. I was mostly sad about the tree.
I remember Doyle and his pink spot on his shell.
I can't even remember all the times I played in Mammaw's dirt pile, but I remember making mud pies and decorating them with all the different leaves and flowers in her back yard.
I remember Papa made me eat all the green beans from my vegetable beef soup. And he made me drink the milk that I had already dipped my Oreos into. And that he was a loud snorer. But when he stopped smoking, he was really funny and acted like a kid.
I remember going to see my dad when he worked at Saunders. I used his calculator and chap stick. He had his "Are you winning?" Plaque next to his architect(?) table.
I remember my mom dancing, often, to all kinds of music, everywhere around the house.
I remember soccer Saturdays and getting ice cream after.
I remember walking home from church with my Dad on Sundays, we would hold hands and sing songs. But when I was becoming too cool for public affection with him, we made up the "nose scratch;"I made it up in church so when he dropped me off I didn't get too embarrassed.
I remember going to Subway with my mom. And Carl's Jr. - I used to get the salad bar a lot for the cottage cheese.
I remember road trips as a kid...I would sit in the back on top of all the luggage and listening to Disney songs. So safe.
I remember playing the Barbie Game on our first computer.
The memory I have the most with my brothers is 1. Them covering me with a blanket and telling them I can't breathe. 2. Trying to run around the house in 30 brother seconds (1....2....3...4...5..6..7.8.9.10111213). 3. Sleeping in their room on Christmas Eve and them telling Molly and I that there were shotguns pointed at the door and they would go off if we opened the door before morning. 4. I remember feeling loved by Ryan and Brad anyway.
Most every early memory I have is with my family. It makes me really think how we should be spending more time with kids and less time with other stuff.
Monday, April 14, 2014
The Revenge of Taco Bell
Today Eric had to go by Taco Bell for work. He ended up eating dinner there. When he came home around 7, I was feeding Pepper/putting her to sleep. I heard a very loud "roar" sound from down in the basement, and I thought to myself, That is either Eric doing a good lion sound for Henry, or he just threw up. It turned out that he threw up.
I put Henry to sleep and then went to the store for weekly grocery shopping as well as some ginger ale for Mr. Sicky. When I came home, he was laying in bed, had thrown up twice, and Henry was laying in bed next to him. It was adorable.
Eric later told me that Henry had come upstairs after I left, and he told Henry that he was sick. Henry replied with, "You should take a nap." So adorable.
Eric has thrown up twice since then. I hope he's better soon.
I put Henry to sleep and then went to the store for weekly grocery shopping as well as some ginger ale for Mr. Sicky. When I came home, he was laying in bed, had thrown up twice, and Henry was laying in bed next to him. It was adorable.
Eric later told me that Henry had come upstairs after I left, and he told Henry that he was sick. Henry replied with, "You should take a nap." So adorable.
Eric has thrown up twice since then. I hope he's better soon.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
General Conference
Elder Hales' talk was on obedience. My favorite part was when he spoke on "selective obedience." He said that a lot of times people don't obey a commandment because they don't always know the reasons for a commandment. Just like children don't always obey their parents because they don't know their parent's wisdom. Then I laughed out loud. That is mine and Henry's relationship all the time. Heavenly Father is so understanding and forgiving when I constantly don't heed his warnings, but I am so not forgiving and understanding when my two year old Henry doesn't heed my warnings. That's really something I need to work on.
Anyway, conference was great. Now I have some things to put into action.
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| Pepper during conference |
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| Henry during conference |
Friday, April 4, 2014
What happened to nap time?
I don't like this no nap time crap that Henry has been pulling lately. He says "no" to everything and is so disobedient. He gets so tired by the time it's time for dinner. He's a tornado. But he's also super cute. He's always saying how much he loves me, and he really loves Pepper and is so sweet to her.
Sometimes my patience just runs out though, and I yell at him or push him away and I feel so so bad. I feel like I have to ask for forgiveness and help all the time, and I try to do it right away. Henry always forgives me right away and he gives the sweetest little loves. I always just make sure that I am giving a greater portion of love so he never doubts my love for him. And I give him candy.
We made rolls the other day. Hal is a good kitchen helper. Speaking of Henry knowing his way around the kitchen, the other morning Eric and I were upstairs, Henry was downstairs being suspiciously quiet. Eric goes down there to find Henry on his cooking chair with all the sharp knives out of the block and on the counter with a little chocolate on each. Henry was trying to cut these chocolate cereal bars I made the day before. Everything was fine, just a little worried. Our little independent chef.
Update: 4/26/14 Henry is back to napping - about 3 hours a day, so that's really nice. He just goes to bed later these days, but that's also fine because he's been watching baseball with dad at night. Next Friday they get to go to an actual game!
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| Finally crashed around 4pm |
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| Devious roll-making smile |
Update: 4/26/14 Henry is back to napping - about 3 hours a day, so that's really nice. He just goes to bed later these days, but that's also fine because he's been watching baseball with dad at night. Next Friday they get to go to an actual game!
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