Busy Weekend

Valentine's Dance:
There wasn't a huge turnout, but it was decent--everyone seemed to be having fun, and I think there were only three people that I didn't see dance. I realized that I'm not as great at dancing as I used to be. I just don't move as much--or as fast. I only threw out my hip--but Robert eased it back into place. Have I mentioned I'm so glad he's going to be a D.O. I can't wait to see how the pictures of everyone turned out--It was a lot of fun to see everyone posing ;D. A huge thanks to the Stuarts for watching our kids for five hours.

Primary Activity:
The craft was super cute. The games sounded really fun. The skits went well (I wish I could have also seen what the audience saw). I think the kids had a lot of fun--I know I did. I showed up late--I felt really bad, but it looks like everything was under control without me ;D. It was nice that we got to use the decorations from the dance for the primary activity.

Tonight:
Robert's supposed to make me a steak dinner (I've become quite carniverous lately--a little odd considering I rarely want much meat--especially beef). We get to watch Cole Stuart, too, so that'll be fun. I'm hoping for a late night, and maybe a romantic movie. Pride and Prejudice, anyone?

I Finally Found the Words.

Okay, so a few posts ago I wrote about how sometimes I don't feel great about my callings. Let me clarify. I love my callings. They keep me super busy and I have so much fun as we meet together for meetings and plan activities and Sunday meetings. I also really like the people I get to work with. They are amazing, and they do a lot to serve the ward.

However, I'm not super chummy with everyone I work with, while some other members are. And sometimes that's a little awkward--and sometimes it makes me feel a little out of the loop--especially when we aren't able to hold official meetings. It's not really anyone's fault. It would just be SO much easier for me to contribute if I were as close to all of the people in my callings as I am to my really close friends--but that's impractical--and a little frustrating.

I guess I just wanted to see if other people felt the same way sometimes.

Someday I'll learn not to write all of my thoughts out on my blog :D. I'm really just a big complainer, anyways.

Is Napping Contagious?

Joanna fell asleep watching Pinocchio (it's her favorite--I've always thought it was kind of a creepy movie). Eenie is also asleep. I want to sleep. I should probably wake everyone up for dinner, but that would mean I'd have to actually make dinner. Robert is gone to a stake meeting, and probably won't be back until 10. Who wants to guess how late my kids will be up (keep in mind that Nana rarely naps)? Maybe it's a blessing in disguise: I really hate being up late at night all alone.

I think I'm going to grab a handful of peanuts and maybe do the dishes--or just veg in front of the tube.

The Return of the Afternoon Nap

Is it possible? Does one mother really need this much sleep? I've been napping through most of my afternoons as well as sleeping in all morning again. I don't even stay up that late (unless 11 is late).

Lovin' the Weather

We should have luaus more often. . . the weather keeps getting warmer after Eenie's party. I guess it won't be as great tomorrow, but today was nice. We took the cat outside and did some yard work--it's nice to see that we didn't dig up all of the onions in our front garden, because some of them are starting to poke up (actually, I think they're crocuses, but it took me a few days after we tried to get rid of them to figure that out. . . guess I'm not exactly a "Gardner" [*chuckle, chuckle]). Too bad there aren't as many as there used to be. Oh well.

Nana had fun chasing the cat and picking up the yard litter. I'm so excited to garden. Too bad I don't really know anything about it. I'm also apprehensive because of all of the wildlife and my baby doctor's warning about fiddling around in the dirt being as dangerous as kitty litter. Yuck. I still want to grow some vegetables, though. Maybe King George will leave our zucchini alone (like if the poison finally worked).

Eenie went to the doctor today. He was miserable. He cried the whole time, peed a whole bunch (on me), and even got Nana to worry about him after he got his shots. (I hope she isn't traumatized for when she'll need shots again.) The receptionist felt so bad for us that she gave us all suckers, stickers, and me a bottle of lotion. (I realize that clinics get a lot of free stuff that they are always trying to get rid of, but it was still really nice.) I like our doctor--even though the office often smells like cigars. Speaking of smells, something really freaky is leaking out of my son's diaper--gotta go.

Great Weekend

'S'me again. I think having friends is kind of like drugs (at least for me this week). The highs are great--you're rockin' with your pals, feeling happy, life is good, little mishaps don't get you down because you're on top of the world. . . The lows are LOW--you don't feel like you're heard, nothing (compared to what you would have liked) gets done, everyone is rockin' without you, life stinks, there is no such thing as a LITTLE mishap when you're feelin' down. However, you keep trying to be social for the sake of those wonderful friendship "highs."

This weekend I had a bit of an epiphany--you don't have to be friends with everybody. Duh. What was my problem before? Saturday night was a great night--I was totally in love with Robert and I was able to hang out with a bunch of my friends (and I knew that there were plenty more that would have come if my house were big enough to invite them). I wanted every night to feel like that (I didn't have to try and win anybody's friendship, or get closer to them, I just had to hang out--it was AWESOME). I vowed that I wouldn't use as much energy trying to make better friends out of the people I don't mesh with as well, but rather I would hang out with my real friends more often. Duh, again.

Eenie's birthday

What Eenie's like after a year:

He knows to scream really loud when he wants our attention (Nana taught him how).
He says Dadadada and Mamamamama.
He points to food and pictures of food and then touches his tongue.
He can drink from a cup.
He has five teeth two on top and three on bottom.
He likes to put his head down on anything soft, and will often lay on his back. (This is because Robert sometimes takes him and Nana on "blanket rides" around the room.)
He can climb on top of just about anything--including the vent in front of the window so he can see outside better.
He's had at least four haircuts, but he probably should have had five or six.
He has lived in three different houses.
He has camped in four different states.
He started walking when he was nine months old, and he runs really well.
He likes to point at things he wants.
He likes to snuggle, but only for short periods of time.
He takes one to two naps a day, but he wakes up VERY early (Daddy usually gives him a bottle and he goes back to sleep for another hour or so).

He's happy, loves his sister, is becoming quite independent, and we couldn't be happier with him.

Hosanna!

I don't know what I did right, but things are working out so much better than I thought they were. God is obviously happy with me for something ;D. I FOUND MY WEDDING RING LAST NIGHT! I was sure that one of the kids knocked it off the counter and into the garbage.

ENOCH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY WAS A SUCCESS! I was a little worried that I wouldn't get everything done (and technically, I meant to scrub the bathroom and empty the diaper pail, but that didn't happen), but Robert helped me to do it all (too bad nobody really got to see his awesome volcano cake--I almost had him go out and buy a cake, but I was able to make a German chocolate bundt cake from scratch, and he filled it with chocolate cool whip and cherries. It was really good. He even was able to find grenadine for our imitation mai tai's! I wonder if we could have found it so easily in Utah. . . We never were able to find all of our luau decorations, though, and we forgot to use the mini umbrellas in the drinks. Oh well. It looked like everyone had a lot of fun, and people were really generous. (I was also a little worried that we invited too many people to an indoor kids' party, but now I wish we could have had more of our friends come).

I'M GOING TO BE READY FOR CHURCH TODAY. (Unless I just jinxed myself?) This is amazing in and of itself. I'm often on time, and even early since church starts so late in the day, but today Robert had to go to Cory's ward conference (he left at 7am), and I'm on my own with the kids until maybe the third block at church. I also had a ton to prepare for primary today. We have a teacher training meeting--and I need to give a "lesson," we need to have invitations for next week's activity, I need to update the bulletin, We're presenting CTR rings. . . and I'm probably forgetting a trillion other things. . . but I think it's going to work. (Sacrament without Robert. . . that's another story. . . )

Does anybody here know my old friend, John?

Can you tell me where's he's gone?
He freed a lot of people, but the good die young.
Abraham, Jacob aaAand John.

(This is a song my mom always used to sing [probably still does] that is stuck in my head today driving me nuts! I'm pretty sure the words are wrong, but that usually happens when mom sings :D)

(I think I started singing it when I was pining for my driver's license, wedding ring, and cell phone. . . ugh--where could they have gone!)

Dirty chairs and dirty tables. . .
there is food across the floor.

(That's supposed to be from Les Meserables.)

(Shoot! now that ones stuck in my head.)

Does anybody else's mothers do this to them?

What Would You Do?

Your toddling son runs out of the bathroom at the sound of your voice--hair and shirt-front dripping. . . oh, and you're on the phone. When you walk into the bathroom, there is a pool of water around the toilet.

Do you:
A). Quickly run sceaming and weeping in the other direction after securely closing the bathroom door (for the seventh time that day!--Big sisters! Especially ones that can open doors!)
B). Go back to bed.
C). Call the police department to let them know you are an unfit mother, and then go back to bed.
D). Give the boy a bath and then leave him in the tub while you go vent on your blog.
E). You are actually an amazing parent that would have drained the toilet and locked the bathroom door BEFORE any bad thing could happen--besides, your children never leave your sight.

Okay, okay, I choose D (but to be fair, Nana's with him and there's no more water in the tub--just toys).

Alright. . . I think I'm ready to go back. . . and pick up all of the pearls that Nana just broke off of my necklace before Eenie tries to restrict his air passages yet again.