I would also like to take a moment to address our penchant for the dark side. Last year there was a Darth Vader and Darth Maul and witch costume happening. Listen, they are darling angels the other 364 days of the year. They can have a walk with their shadow shelves for a hot minute. If you can't do it on Halloween, then when? We cooked dinner in a pumpkin, went door to door for treats and everyone paid their required mom tax at the end of the night. My little Batman was the star of the night putting treats into the candy bowls of the houes we knocked on. It made my night. Cheers to family themes forever and forever.
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Thursday, November 2, 2017
Halloween 2017
It's all for the kids. Yeah, that's it. We're dressing up for them. I take no joy whatsoever at wearing a costume and having a different identity for a few hours. I quietly roll my eyes and sigh, "I guess I'll wear a themed costume that makes our entire family into a fabulous, amazing, matching set of characters from a comic book." Big sigh.
I would also like to take a moment to address our penchant for the dark side. Last year there was a Darth Vader and Darth Maul and witch costume happening. Listen, they are darling angels the other 364 days of the year. They can have a walk with their shadow shelves for a hot minute. If you can't do it on Halloween, then when? We cooked dinner in a pumpkin, went door to door for treats and everyone paid their required mom tax at the end of the night. My little Batman was the star of the night putting treats into the candy bowls of the houes we knocked on. It made my night. Cheers to family themes forever and forever.
I would also like to take a moment to address our penchant for the dark side. Last year there was a Darth Vader and Darth Maul and witch costume happening. Listen, they are darling angels the other 364 days of the year. They can have a walk with their shadow shelves for a hot minute. If you can't do it on Halloween, then when? We cooked dinner in a pumpkin, went door to door for treats and everyone paid their required mom tax at the end of the night. My little Batman was the star of the night putting treats into the candy bowls of the houes we knocked on. It made my night. Cheers to family themes forever and forever. 
Friday, June 29, 2012
Snapshots of our Summer (so far)
Are you ready for a photo smorgasbord? A picture pile? This is a little peak at our summer so far.
My boys love playing with the water. It makes me happy when they need a good bath at the end of the day.
We welcomed our new baby cousin a few weeks ago. Fun to see a little preview of what is in store for us soon.
Still lots of fire truck love in our life. Gabe's not upset. That's his serious, I'm putting out fires, look.
Trying to vicariously live through Grandma D's facebook updates about her trip to Europe. Cheerio mum. We miss you!
Sorting clothes for the new season and the new baby. Gabe is rocking that girl's winter hat.
Throwing giant tantrums over Otter Pops that melt too quickly. Wow. I just had to document this one. If Sunny tells you the world is ending, chances are her pink Otter Pop just snapped in half.
Playing with cousins on the tramp!
Snacks outside with Grandma Linda. My kids have a lot of wonderful grandmas in their life.
Trying to enjoy watermelon. Except when you cut it open and it looks like this. What the heck Maceys?
More fun with cousins.
Watching the Pleasant Grove parade. Terrified. Fire trucks are fun until you see them with lights and sirens, 15 feet away. Then, not so much.
Playing with daddy after work. Pumping up a well-loved ball!
Trying to be smart about craving a candy bar at 9:30 at night. Solution: Honey Nut Chex cereal with chocolate syrup. Hit the spot!
Garbage truck watching. We really n,.eed to meet a sanitation worker one day. He or she would be a hero around here.
Braving dinner out with the fam. We've been out out to eat at a sit down restaurant a total of 4 times since the kids were born. We were celebrating seeing a big, healthy, kicking baby at my 35 week ultrasound.
When I say big, I mean it. The estimates from the sonographer is that the baby is around 7 pounds. SEVEN pounds. The kids were 3 months old before they were 7 pounds. This one is yet to be born! I teared up. I was suddenly overcome with gratitude.
I am going to be having a big, healthy baby. Remember my post about not being able to erase the images of my tiny, sick babies? I think this helped a little. It was a nice reality check. I won't have to worry about causing a brain bleed from lifting her legs too high when I change a diaper. I can hold him whenever I want. She will actually enjoy being held and touched. (Notice the use of pronouns, STILL didn't find out what we are having!)
I also saw a little mouth moving--more tears. There is this suck, swallow, breath reflex that babies develop in utero. The trio never did and it caused serious distress for all 4 of us while they were learning how to eat. But this one will arrive with that! It was a happy little afternoon.
So that's been some of our summer goings on. Also, it's hot. I'm out of Dreyer's fruit bars. Speaking of disasters, the state of Utah is literally up in flames. (I have two brothers fighting these fires.)
And soon, within weeks, I'm going to be hypnobirthing a chunky (in my book) little baby.
How is your summer so far?
I am going to be having a big, healthy baby. Remember my post about not being able to erase the images of my tiny, sick babies? I think this helped a little. It was a nice reality check. I won't have to worry about causing a brain bleed from lifting her legs too high when I change a diaper. I can hold him whenever I want. She will actually enjoy being held and touched. (Notice the use of pronouns, STILL didn't find out what we are having!)
I also saw a little mouth moving--more tears. There is this suck, swallow, breath reflex that babies develop in utero. The trio never did and it caused serious distress for all 4 of us while they were learning how to eat. But this one will arrive with that! It was a happy little afternoon.
So that's been some of our summer goings on. Also, it's hot. I'm out of Dreyer's fruit bars. Speaking of disasters, the state of Utah is literally up in flames. (I have two brothers fighting these fires.)
And soon, within weeks, I'm going to be hypnobirthing a chunky (in my book) little baby.
How is your summer so far?
Monday, April 30, 2012
A Sunday Afternoon
"So, what's the plan?" I ask, glancing at the clock. 3pm on a Sunday. In our world of raising triplets, we usually have a schedule and most days follow a certain order.
Sundays we go to church at 11 and the kids are napping by 3. But today, after wiping 3 little noses, and my own for the past 2 days, we decided to keep the kids and pregnant mama home. I really don't like to be that parent that drops their kids off at the church nursery with a few tissues. Not only do I want to be responsible for spreading the lovely nose wiping scenario from family to family, but come on. Gross. I don't like wiping noses that don't share my DNA, why should I think others enjoy it?
So, here we were on a Sunday afternoon, the kids having already napped in the morning and 3 solid hours staring us in the face until dinner. Too cold to go outside (and remember the bit about running noses?) and poor planning leaving us with an empty gas tank, so no Sunday driving. (We're those kind of people who don't like to visit a gas station on Sunday unless absolutely necessary.)
"I need a shower at some point today," I quip to my husband still in his white shirt and tie. The lone church goer of the day.
"I'm not sure the kids will be able to last all afternoon in the playroom." I keep rattling off potential problems with our Sunday afternoon.
He looks up at me and says, "Why don't you go take a shower - take your time - then stay in our room and read a book or take a nap. Just relax."
I feel like a deer in headlights. A pregnant deer. And the headlights have this sexy, 3 day beard going.
"Wait, what?" I ask, still not understanding what he just said.
He laughs. "Go take a shower. Don't hurry. Go read a book, take a nap if you want and I'll play with the munchkins."
The way my heart melted at that moment, he might as well just lassoed me the moon. Or stood behind me on the bow of a giant ship while I exclaimed that I was flying. Or just met me on top of the Empire State Building. Or stood outside my window with a boom box over his head, blasting Peter Gabriel.
"Ok." I squeaked out. At that moment, one of the munchkins began wailing and calling for her Daddy.
"Hurry, go! Get started!" He said as he ran off to rescue his daughter from the clutches of one of her brothers.
"I love you." I half-muttered to his back.
I married a really good man.
Sundays we go to church at 11 and the kids are napping by 3. But today, after wiping 3 little noses, and my own for the past 2 days, we decided to keep the kids and pregnant mama home. I really don't like to be that parent that drops their kids off at the church nursery with a few tissues. Not only do I want to be responsible for spreading the lovely nose wiping scenario from family to family, but come on. Gross. I don't like wiping noses that don't share my DNA, why should I think others enjoy it?
So, here we were on a Sunday afternoon, the kids having already napped in the morning and 3 solid hours staring us in the face until dinner. Too cold to go outside (and remember the bit about running noses?) and poor planning leaving us with an empty gas tank, so no Sunday driving. (We're those kind of people who don't like to visit a gas station on Sunday unless absolutely necessary.)
"I need a shower at some point today," I quip to my husband still in his white shirt and tie. The lone church goer of the day.
"I'm not sure the kids will be able to last all afternoon in the playroom." I keep rattling off potential problems with our Sunday afternoon.
He looks up at me and says, "Why don't you go take a shower - take your time - then stay in our room and read a book or take a nap. Just relax."
I feel like a deer in headlights. A pregnant deer. And the headlights have this sexy, 3 day beard going.
"Wait, what?" I ask, still not understanding what he just said.
He laughs. "Go take a shower. Don't hurry. Go read a book, take a nap if you want and I'll play with the munchkins."
The way my heart melted at that moment, he might as well just lassoed me the moon. Or stood behind me on the bow of a giant ship while I exclaimed that I was flying. Or just met me on top of the Empire State Building. Or stood outside my window with a boom box over his head, blasting Peter Gabriel.
"Ok." I squeaked out. At that moment, one of the munchkins began wailing and calling for her Daddy.
"Hurry, go! Get started!" He said as he ran off to rescue his daughter from the clutches of one of her brothers.
"I love you." I half-muttered to his back.
I married a really good man.
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| Daddy with his Lost Boy, Christian. |
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| Daddy and his New Year's date, Sunshine. |
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| Daddy with his future firefighter, Gabe. |
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
My New (potential) Business
I have a brilliant new business idea.
I am going to open my own self-defense studio and teach lessons about...what else, self-defense!
(Although I'm a little worried my target audience might be a little small -- both in numbers and stature.)
The people who will really benefit and enjoy my classes will be the people who are forced to get into a seat with buckles on a regular basis. I've geared my entire curriculum to this population.
I have three basic moves, each inspired by little people in my life who have seemingly perfected these very useful moves.
1. The Dead Fish - when someone attempts to pick you up to put you in your seat, simply go limp. Pretend you have no bones and just melt into the floor. Once on the floor, squirm and flop like a fish out of water. It also helps if you scream like someone has just cut off both your big toes. This move is also popular when someone takes your hand and leads you in a direction you don't want to go.
2. The Board - you might not be as skilled at the Dead Fish, which is where the Board will come in handy. When someone actually gets you into the position of the chair, and you are about to be buckled, pretend you have no hip joints and straighten yourself out. Just like a board. Also, screaming does help distract the perp, they won't be able to decide whether to cover their ears or pursue the buckling any further.
3. The Cyclone - This move only works before you are brought to the chair. When you are picked up, just start spinning and spinning in their arms like a big, crazy cyclone. This one is not for the faint of heart however. You must appear to have no fear as to where you might land if you are dropped.
Great plan, huh? I just need a little start up capital to get it off the ground. If you are looking for a business investment, let me know. I'd be a great business partner. I'd only ask you to babysit on the days that end in Y.
From the Desk of a Busy Mom with Busier Kids.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
You see, it's bread, but it's also tofu...
It started the summer of 2009. A quest for more calories. The right kind of calories that is. When one body is in charge of making three, you tend to think in caloric terms. Especially since one night you go to bed with muscles in your thighs and the next morning, they are gone. That's how quick the trio zapped my resources.
Then, the three bodies came early and were tiny and besides the whole breathing thing, the only other thing we talked about was their FOOD! Are they eating yet? Are they eating with their mouths yet? Are they eating with mom yet? Their tiny bottles were measured after each feeding. Extra calories were added to each bottle. Calories, eating, calories, eating, calories eating. It was a big focus.
So I blame my continued focus on calories and eating on our hospital days. Because my kids are still small for their age. Even their adjusted age. Real age: 22 months. Adjusted age: 19 months. Even for 19 month olds, they are on the small side. I know a lot is just who they are and I shouldn't worry as much as I do. So they are smaller than average? Big deal. (I'm also trying to ween myself from this whole "adjusted" thing completely.)
But I can't help but plot and plan how to add extra calories, (the right kind) protein and good fat to their food. Especially when one of my monsters is the kind of picky that throws his food on the floor FIRST, then says he doesn't like it.
You remember this post about my pickiest guy? I asked for ideas and suggestions in making bread a substancial meal. You came through for me. I now add ground flax seed to our waffles and anything else breaded or bread like. All of the suggestions were great! Thanks. But I tried a recipe called TOFU BREAD! There's tofu, in the bread my friends. Everyone needs a friend like Kelsey. Not only will she find such a recipe like tofu bread, but also has one of her own for something called wheat meat. Love it. She is my alter food ego. I'm the Clark Kent nerd. She's the food Superman.
You'll be very happy (or grossed out) to know that every single person in my household liked it. I even have photographic proof of my two biggest doubters. (Gabe and his dad.)
Then, the three bodies came early and were tiny and besides the whole breathing thing, the only other thing we talked about was their FOOD! Are they eating yet? Are they eating with their mouths yet? Are they eating with mom yet? Their tiny bottles were measured after each feeding. Extra calories were added to each bottle. Calories, eating, calories, eating, calories eating. It was a big focus.
So I blame my continued focus on calories and eating on our hospital days. Because my kids are still small for their age. Even their adjusted age. Real age: 22 months. Adjusted age: 19 months. Even for 19 month olds, they are on the small side. I know a lot is just who they are and I shouldn't worry as much as I do. So they are smaller than average? Big deal. (I'm also trying to ween myself from this whole "adjusted" thing completely.)
But I can't help but plot and plan how to add extra calories, (the right kind) protein and good fat to their food. Especially when one of my monsters is the kind of picky that throws his food on the floor FIRST, then says he doesn't like it.
You remember this post about my pickiest guy? I asked for ideas and suggestions in making bread a substancial meal. You came through for me. I now add ground flax seed to our waffles and anything else breaded or bread like. All of the suggestions were great! Thanks. But I tried a recipe called TOFU BREAD! There's tofu, in the bread my friends. Everyone needs a friend like Kelsey. Not only will she find such a recipe like tofu bread, but also has one of her own for something called wheat meat. Love it. She is my alter food ego. I'm the Clark Kent nerd. She's the food Superman.
You'll be very happy (or grossed out) to know that every single person in my household liked it. I even have photographic proof of my two biggest doubters. (Gabe and his dad.)
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| Chris wanted to retake this picture because he said I looked "evil." Not evil. Sneaky. There's tofu in that pan! |
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| Professional posing at work here. |
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| The universal sign for "this bread is good!" |
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| Uh, still clicking huh? |
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| Getting weird about the camera. I like it, I like it! Stop taking pictures of me. |
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| First bite...hmmm. |
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| Alright, I'll go for another. |
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| This smile means tofu bread is now in our rotation. |
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| This guy is a VERY focused eater. He rarely looks up when hungry. |
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| Just checking in again, still eating it. |
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| She's thinking that she isn't sure why I take pictures with my phone. They rarely turn out. She's very smart.
Anyone notice the hot dogs the kids were having with their bread? If you're confused, and wonder what the big talk about "right calories" was all about -- it's a fine balance between wanting to fatten them up, giving them good food and them actually eating what I put in front of them. So I buy Hebrew Nationals. Kosher hot dogs! They love them. I know what's in them. The end.
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Also, since last airing grievances about what's lacking in diets around here, iron came up. Sheesh! It never ends. So, I am now looking into ways to work spinach into places it has no business being. I'll keep you updated. Because I know that's what the people want, spinach updates!
That, and pictures like these...
That, and pictures like these...
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| The next recipe I'm working on. I call it Munchkin Soup. Looks delicious, doesn't it? |
Happy tofu bread making! (You know you want to try it.)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
BOO!
I'm a big fan. Big fan.
I love Halloween. I'm not a guts and gore Halloween lover. But I love the dress up and get candy part. It's especially fun that my kids don't have a choice about what costume I put them in. We can do family themes for a while!
The day will come when they will choose their own costumes and I will say, "What does a princess, a turtle and Batman have in common? What is the common tie? How can mom and dad fit into that mix!?" They will roll their eyes, as I often imagine them doing in all my future scenarios.
Last year, we were a zoo. It was fun to do a more literal approach to our actual lives. We did feel a little zooish a year ago. We still do actually.
This year, we decided to fly to the second star to the right, and go straight on til morning.
If you're wondering why my three toddlers are all just sitting on the stoop, posing for pictures, being so well behaved, it's because I am a perfect mother and have taught my nearly 2 year olds to always follow directions at all times and....BWAHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA HAAAA HAHAHAA! Sorry, I almost pulled that off with a straight face. They were waiting for theirbribe fruit snacks.
Of course what would the lost boys and Tink be without Wendy and Peter Pan, right? Right? Actually, we could leave it at these three little punkins and everyone would be happy with that. But mom will always be that 10 year old girl, planning the most awesome costumes with her sisters and bff across the street. Don't we look ready for a party? (Which we were headed to after taking these pictures.)
Apparently Wendy is the type to get her nightgown at a second hand store and doesn't notice the bottom stitching is coming undone. And Peter is the boy who never grew up, but can grow a pretty good beard. We're kind of a motley crew. Captain Hook doesn't stand a chance.
Let's try and get a picture with EVERYONE looking! Shall we?
Annnd, ready? Look at Grandma!
Ok, guys, look! Grandma is snapping her fingers and waving! Isn't that awesome? LOOK!
Nope. We tried.
I love Halloween. I'm not a guts and gore Halloween lover. But I love the dress up and get candy part. It's especially fun that my kids don't have a choice about what costume I put them in. We can do family themes for a while!
The day will come when they will choose their own costumes and I will say, "What does a princess, a turtle and Batman have in common? What is the common tie? How can mom and dad fit into that mix!?" They will roll their eyes, as I often imagine them doing in all my future scenarios.
Last year, we were a zoo. It was fun to do a more literal approach to our actual lives. We did feel a little zooish a year ago. We still do actually.
This year, we decided to fly to the second star to the right, and go straight on til morning.
If you're wondering why my three toddlers are all just sitting on the stoop, posing for pictures, being so well behaved, it's because I am a perfect mother and have taught my nearly 2 year olds to always follow directions at all times and....BWAHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA HAAAA HAHAHAA! Sorry, I almost pulled that off with a straight face. They were waiting for their
Of course what would the lost boys and Tink be without Wendy and Peter Pan, right? Right? Actually, we could leave it at these three little punkins and everyone would be happy with that. But mom will always be that 10 year old girl, planning the most awesome costumes with her sisters and bff across the street. Don't we look ready for a party? (Which we were headed to after taking these pictures.)
Apparently Wendy is the type to get her nightgown at a second hand store and doesn't notice the bottom stitching is coming undone. And Peter is the boy who never grew up, but can grow a pretty good beard. We're kind of a motley crew. Captain Hook doesn't stand a chance.
Let's try and get a picture with EVERYONE looking! Shall we?
Annnd, ready? Look at Grandma!
Ok, guys, look! Grandma is snapping her fingers and waving! Isn't that awesome? LOOK!
Nope. We tried.
Happy Halloween!
Monday, October 17, 2011
New Old Plan and a Walk
I'm sure most of you woke up and the first thing on your mind was how my no-pile-new-plan-hyphenated-life was going.
Well, I will sum up for you: semi-failure.
It was a failure because nothing drastically changed the way piles crop up around this place. But, I did seem to get a small handle on laundry. I'm counting that. Also, my no-pile plan turned out to be waaay more therapeutic than I ever would have anticipated! I feel like I've gone through a couple couch sessions. You should bookmark this page. Because there is good stuff here. Good stuff.
Thanks to my mom for this comment:
MrsD said...
Kelsey said...
I also had one offer for the laundress position. Annnd, you're hired Abby. How does a dollar and hour sound? Your benefits and compensation of our companionship will far outweigh the small paycheck. I've also been inspired to give a video tour of the play room. There is some serious logistics that have gone on around this house in light of having three, curious little souls.
We really like to go on walks. Sunny really likes her blue croc shoes. They like to tell me stories. We like to find the pretend owl in our neighbor's tree. We like to have our snack on the porch sometimes. They all really like to drink from mom's bottles she uses for long runs. (Good thing the belt came with three!) They really like freeze dried fruit from Costco. I think it's so-so. Do I always eat their snacks? You bet your last pile I do.
Well, I will sum up for you: semi-failure.
It was a failure because nothing drastically changed the way piles crop up around this place. But, I did seem to get a small handle on laundry. I'm counting that. Also, my no-pile plan turned out to be waaay more therapeutic than I ever would have anticipated! I feel like I've gone through a couple couch sessions. You should bookmark this page. Because there is good stuff here. Good stuff.
Thanks to my mom for this comment:
MrsD said...
Do you think "piling" is an inherited trait?
Also, this one from Kelsey was a real brain check, she should pretty much be on Dr. Phil as a guest contributor:
May I suggest you be a bit more lenient? It's not the size of the pile that should upset you, but the duration of time it has existed. Daily piles are just a sign of industriousness. It's not until the pile becomes a permanent part of the home that you should begin to loathe its existence.
Sincerely, The Keeper of Many Piles
Sincerely, The Keeper of Many Piles
I also had one offer for the laundress position. Annnd, you're hired Abby. How does a dollar and hour sound? Your benefits and compensation of our companionship will far outweigh the small paycheck. I've also been inspired to give a video tour of the play room. There is some serious logistics that have gone on around this house in light of having three, curious little souls.
We really like to go on walks. Sunny really likes her blue croc shoes. They like to tell me stories. We like to find the pretend owl in our neighbor's tree. We like to have our snack on the porch sometimes. They all really like to drink from mom's bottles she uses for long runs. (Good thing the belt came with three!) They really like freeze dried fruit from Costco. I think it's so-so. Do I always eat their snacks? You bet your last pile I do.
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