Saturday, December 5, 2015

Let's just pretend I've been blogging this whole time

I'm just going to jump in like I haven't been ignoring the last 3 years of our lives...

Graham is currently teaching at Wilmington University. It's great opportunity for him, but it requires him driving 2 hours north to their New Castle campus, teaching from 9am - 2pm and then driving 2 hours home.

Except not today. Because tomorrow, he'll be on a flight to Alabama for a forensic training for his job. So, he's staying the night at his parents'. He flies home Friday night, only to teach the next Saturday, so again, staying the night with his parents. He'll be home early evening on Saturday.

EIGHT DAYS. By myself. I don't know if I'll survive.

The kids went to our neighbor's birthday party today! It was one of those indoor inflatable places. Poor Anna has been sick for the last 8 days, but is finally on antibiotics and was able to rally for a few hours. Jacob was insane. He's incredibly fearless as long as he has his big brother by his side. He's such a hoot. I didn't even see Ellen for 2 hours. She was probably making a million new friends and oversharing about our lives. Sam was super patient and stuck with Jacob most of the time. He really takes on the "big brother" role very well.

We finished our excursion by a trip to Target and some Christmas shopping. The kids are very much like their dad. "Can't we just pick out our own gifts so we know we'll be happy and you won't be wasting money?" Joy-suckers. I love surprises!

The little ones are in bed (Anna is completely wiped out) and the older ones are playing Batman on the Playstation. I didn't die today.

Tomorrow is church with 4 kids. One of them really lethargic, but I have to go because I'm the only person available to go to ward council and I'm teaching the Presidency lesson...which I haven't prepared yet.

Tomorrow I might die.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

I'm not pretty...and that's just fine!

So, I had a conversation the other day with a friend of mine, and I decided that I'm not pretty.

But wait, that's OKAY! We can't all be beautiful or even pretty. Especially when it's so relative. BUT, I already know I have so many other positive qualities that make for circumstances where I have plenty of friends and a wonderful husband and family and if I needed a decent job, I'm sure that my appearance wouldn't stand in the way of that. I'm fun and funny, I'm loud and crazy, and I can be pretty cute and peppy. Those are great attributes! I don't need to be pretty.

So, frankly, I'm tired of being told to think myself as beautiful. How about smart? I'm pretty smart. How about fun to be with? I'd rather have friends who like hanging out with me because I'm just that much fun. How about friendly? I have friends all over the world because I love maintaining those friendships. I'm pretty skinny, other than my butt region, and for some reason, that's a really good thing. So, hey, that's something. It makes it seem like I have self control and good eating habits, but if you know me, you know that's bull.

And if you ARE pretty? Like my friend is? That's awesome. That IS a positive attribute and I'm sure it'll serve you well in many capacities. But that's not the end all, be all of human interaction.

But I'm not. My eyebrows are weird. And I've tried to learn how to fill them in, but honestly, it's soooo much work. My hair is nuts, so I've been perming it for 2 years so I don't have to do anything to it. My teeth are crooked and awkward, even after braces. And just the other day, while trimming my nose hairs (don't judge), I realized that my nose is no where near symmetrical. I do have nice brown eyes though. On the scale of beauty, I'm just okay.

And I am okay with that. Because it's okay to NOT be pretty, even if the Dove Commercials tell you that you should always think you're beautiful.

How about this instead? Be realistic. Work hard, be smart, and be so kind that no one cares.

*Oh, and if you try to flatter me by telling me that I am, I appreciate it, but I will delete your comment. This was not a post to elicit false flattery. Tell me something ELSE to appeal to my vanity. Thanks!

*This was written in response of Buzzfeed's highlight of the latest Dove shenanigans.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Happy First Birthday Jacob!

One thing I really don't like about babies is that they grow up. Time should maybe slow down, because by the time that first birthday rolls around, I'm not ready!

Originally, we had a birthday party scheduled for the Saturday following Jacob's birthday. However, on his birthday, Bepa, (Graham's grandfather) passed away. For many in our family, it was a bittersweet day. As to not make Graham's mom feel like she was being irreverent, we decided to not have a big bash and hold a small family-only party. Fortunately, all those who I cancelled with last minute were very understanding .

We decided to stick with the Cowboy theme and picked up some BBQ from Bethany Blues. It's the best option out here on the East Coast. I made a vanilla cake for Jacob along with cupcakes for the rest of us. My mom and Ron were able to fly out for a few days to celebrate the birthday with us and we were so glad to have them here. Do you really care what I'm typing? You're just here to see pictures...

Vanilla Cake with Salted Caramel Frosting.  If you're not going to pick a favorite flavor, you're getting my favorite frosting every time.

They really love their little brother!

Just a taste...

Nevermind. I love this stuff!

He LOVES this little bus. He also received the wagon in the background, along with a water table, a piano, and a little twin engine plane for the bathtub.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

One more night...

This little boy turns 1 tomorrow. What?! It went by so fast. He refuses to walk. I think he could do it if he wanted to, but every time I stand him up, he just laughs at me, straightens his body, and falls forward into my arms. He is a happy baby. That sounds incredibly cliche, but he never complains and is always smiling. He eats a ton of food...probably more than his big brother.

This baby is loved. Every one wants to cuddle with him, hold him, sing with him and love on him. We are incredibly lucky to have this little guy in our lives, but he's got a good batch of siblings too. :)

One more night, little boy!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Lame Way to Start Off a Year

I'm sick. Sicker than I've been in years. The kind of sick where my 5 year old asks if everyone can have Oreos for breakfast and I reply "Yes, as long as you go upstairs," and then I immediately roll over and go back to sleep. At some point I called my RS president to confirm details for church tomorrow and to let her know I am not attending tomorrow. She is amazing and ordered a pizza to be delivered to my door for the kids' lunch. I have a vague recollection of that pizza making it into the house. Sometime in the afternoon, another one of my friends came over and played with the kids and held the baby for a couple of hours. I was passed out on the couch. Graham came home from some "man event" and took over for the rest of the day. I'm only up typing this because the NyQuil has worn off and I woke myself up somehow. I can't hear out of either ear and I feel like someone shoved biscuit dough behind my eyes. I have some really good intentions of being less lazy this year, but this is an ominous sign. Hey, at least I blogged today.

Time for another swig from the NyQuil bottle.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Welcome 2015!

It's a new year! Not much changes in our house with the coming of a new year, but I always have ongoing goals to be working on, so I might as well share them!

1) I need to blog. It's not about you, it's about me. I couldn't care less if you read this blog. But I like to go back and read my own posts. I like to contemplate my feelings at certain times, to witness personal growth, and to laugh at my own follies. I can't do that if I don't keep up on my blog. Hopefully, I'll create more time to do so.

2) I want to be a spiritually stronger person. This includes improved scripture study and temple attendance, but also smaller things like biting my tongue, thinking the best of others, and be willing to serve more.

3) I'm lazy. I'd just rather do fun things than boring things like cleaning and folding laundry and sorting papers. But it looks bad. And my kids are starting to imitate me. Even though my own mess doesn't bother me, it drives me insane when my kids destroy their rooms. Perhaps I should be setting a better example?

4) I want to learn Spanish. This seems random, but we have a lot of Spanish-speaking sisters in our ward and they are very disconnected from the other sisters. We've had Spanish sisters for a while but they remain apart from Relief Society. Maybe it's our turn to try to bridge the gap. We'll see how it goes.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Beach Day!

A few months ago, I was called into the Relief Society presidency.  One of my main areas of focus is the moms in our ward...we kind of get forgotten.  As a way to fulfill my calling AND a way to get me to the beach more, I started a weekly beach playdate.

We go to Lewes beach.  It's perfect.  It's the first town on the bay, so no crazy waves or riptides.  There's a "secret" spot I know for parking so we don't have to pay, and we access a part of the beach that is hardly ever crowded.  And since we go on Thursdays, we don't run into out-of-towners.

This is a taste of our first week:

And some cuteness from the second week:


Ignore me.  I look weird.  And note, I hardly look sun-kissed...yet I still ended up with the WORST sunburn I've ever had.  It is now 5 days later and I can just put on a t-shirt without wincing in pain, although it's still not comfortable.  More importantly...LOOK HOW CUTE JACOB IS!!!!  (And yes, I did tie the bumbo seat to the boogie board and took him out into the water...he flipping loved it.)