Robert Burns Day

Happy 250th Birthday! We didn't do much to celebrate this year, mostly because I haven't had the energy. Usually we have corned beef and hash and other Americanized-Scottish food, plus root beer in place of actual beer. And we always read Burns' poetry.

It is so much fun! He was a prolific and diversified poet, filling his poems and songs with thoughtfulness, passion, and a great sense of humor. He proudly proclaims to be a lover not a fighter:
"I'm better pleased to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty."
-I Murder Hate

Address of Beelzebub addresses his passion for America's freedom:

"Some daring Hancock, or a Franklin,
May set their Highland blood a-ranklin';
Some Washington again may head them,
Or some Montgomery, fearless, lead them"

and Scottish oppression:

". . . what right have they
To meat or sleep or light of day,
Far less to riches, power or freedom,
But what your lordships please to give them?"

And of course we finished off with Auld Lang Syne. One day we'll be able to read more, when the children's attention spans lengthen.

Speech development

I've often heard that girls develop communication skills sooner than boys and that boys tend to focus on sounds. My experiences didn't entirely convince me. Samuel started talking early, and people thought he was older because of his speech. Conversely, Elisa loves growling like dinosaurs. (Benjamin is right on the money here.)

As toddlers the boys loved singing "Old McDonald Had a Farm" in the car. We liked that it calmed them down and gave them something fun to do. They loved making the animal noises as loud as possible, and they made up sounds for unusual animals, like aardvarks.

Lisy is at the perfect age to enjoy "Old McDonald." So while driving down the road last week, we energetically launched into the first verse. She just looked at us. We tried several more animals, each with the same result. She eventually started singing, but without the animal noises. (She loves to sing, especially songs with hand gestures. "Do As I'm Doing" is at the top of her list, sounding more like "dewey doing.")

Now I'm wondering if this is indicative of her female leanings to communicate rather than make noises. And is that why the boys loved it so much? An excuse to make noise and experiment with sounds - because they're boys? Just in case it's because she isn't familiar enough with the sounds, I've been reading more animal books to her. Her favorite part of Sandra Boynton's Moo, Baa, LaLaLa is the singing pigs, of course.

Potty Training Update: Benjamin averaged 1 accident a day this past week. He even wore underwear to church today without any problems! Turns out I didn't need that quick exit strategy I planned.

Self Understanding

Sunset from my kitchen window

My normal routine includes a nap right after lunch, because I feel exhausted and a bit more irritable. I just never realized how vital that nap is, until I put away the Christmas decorations this week. (3 weeks sooner than last year!)

Just after snack time I pulled out the empty boxes. I put off lunch until the children started pestering each other and my voice grew louder. I made lunch. Everyone calmed down. I went straight back to packing, feeling an intense need to get it all out of my house right now. Lisy started clinging to my legs, and I realized I forgot to put her to bed.

Ok, peacefully sleeping toddler should mean quicker packing. Well, not when I'm constantly yelling at the boys and putting them in time-outs. At one point Sammy tried to explain that I was wrong about something, but I knew I was right, and my yelling made him cry. When we both calmed down, I discovered he was in the right. I felt worse than awful.

By this time, most of the decorations were packed, including all the breakables. I finally put myself to bed. When I woke up, I was me again - happy, playful, loving.

That night, while ruminating about the day, I realized that I need a daily nap. Up until now I felt guilty every time I fell asleep, leaving the boys to themselves for 1 to 2 hours a day. But now that I see what happens when I don't sleep, the guilt is gone. They are old enough to work the tv and dvd player; they can get their own snacks; they can survive. Conversely, everyone suffers when I stay awake; everything irritates me and I am incapable of speaking at a normal volume. I just hope my children remember the real me, and not the hormonal pregnant monster I sometimes turn into - kind of like the Incredible Hulk.

Potty Training, take 32

Or so it seems. It's been about 10 months since I first introduced Ben Ben to the potty. There have been several stops and starts, with plenty of progress and backsliding. He was doing pretty well until we moved, when I couldn't handle any more and just pulled out the ol' diapers. However, over the last 2 months he often told me when he needed a diaper change. Yesterday I thought, why not?

First, I asked him if he wanted to wear his underwear. Yes. Good start.
Next, I made him a deal: try to stay dry until lunch, then he's back in his diaper. He agreed.
Finally, his incentives are 1) keep Spiderman dry (thanks for the superhero underwear, Llama!) and 2) we started using 2000 Flushes, and he likes to make the blue water turn green when he pees (thank you, chemistry!).

Results so far: yesterday he kept his underwear dry until well past lunch. But we put him back in a diaper to go to the store; my crutch, not his. Today he wore his underwear for several hours until the accident - he was too busy playing to stop. He was so upset that he cried. This is really important to him. Even though he wore a diaper from then on, he successfully used the potty the rest of the day.

It boils down to extrinsic versus intrinsic motivations. At first I wanted him to learn, but although he enjoyed the candy and stickers, he never really cared. Now he wants to do it to be a big boy like his brother. (Let's hear it for peer pressure!) The only physical rewards are dry pants and hugs.

Silliness runs in the family

If you're wondering about my last post, it's because my sister mentioned that website with the personality quizzes. They are very silly, and Dominic says they are as accurate as a horoscope. But he thought their description of me as a breakfast food was fairly close, so I shared it with you. To be honest, I was answering those silly quizzes until Dominic went to bed, and then I realized how late it had gotten. Oops.

So the children aren't the only ones who act silly sometimes. Here are some recent conversations that made me laugh.

Me: "Do you want some more?"
Lisy: "No"
Me: "Do you mean yes?"
Lisy: "Esss" or "Esshh"

Dup = cup






Me: "Hey, get your toes out of your mouth."
Benjamin: "They're not in my mouth. They're in my eyes."
Me: "You're poking yourself in the eyes with your toes?"
Benjamin: "Yeah, hehehe."

Benjamin's new name for me: Mommy-uel (spin-off of 'Ammy-uel, aka Samuel)


Samuel: "We need to order more milk from the cows right away."

Both the boys, when they want to emphasize how hungry or thirsty they are: "I'm 99 hungry/thirsty!"

Me, as I was putting the kids to bed tonight: "This is bedtime, not jump-on-your-brother time."

I am:

What Kind of Breakfast Are You? You Are Cereal

Playful and lighthearted, breakfast is likely your favorite meal of the day. (In fact, you're probably the type who sneaks cereal as a midnight snack.) Your culinary skills are probably a bit lacking... and you are a sucker for junk food. Some people accuse you of eating like a kid, but you prefer to think of yourself as low maintenance.

Merry Christmas!

What a fun day! For starters we keep up Dominic's family tradition with the stockings: they're filled with candy and cheap toys, and we put them in the kids' room before we go to bed. The children wake up to new toys and sugar, so they happily play in their room until we wake up.

This was a bike Christmas. Both Samuel and Benjamin received bikes from Santa. We thought Lisy was too young to care, but we were wrong (see picture below). Lisy's Santa present was a princess couch/fold-out bed, which she enjoyed switching back and forth (it's at the bottom of Sammy's picture). Sammy pretended to ride his bike to school, and Benjamin pretended to be Speed Racer on a bike.


Did I mention the great deals? We got each one for under $50!















The boys are watching a movie while sitting on their bikes. So funny!


Lisy, after much effort, got up on Benjamin's bike all by herself. Benjamin kept pulling her off. So Sammy would hold her up on his bike, but he needed help taking her down.









Instead of making a big holiday feast with turkey and potatoes and such (neither of us were in the mood for it), we made a big country breakfast. Then we took naps.

Here are a few highlights of the day:
Lisy, upon opening a My Little Pony, immediately started combing its hair with no prompting from me. It must be a girl thing.

"I have my own! I have my own!" -Benjamin, referring to the Obi-Wan starfighter from Llama Grandma; Sammy already has one and doesn't like to share it.

"That present was mislabeled. It should go to me." -Dominic, watching Benjamin open the A-wing. It was just a joke, but he did enjoy playing with the Star Wars ships with the boys.

Lisy kept eating the candy out of other people's stockings.

Benjamin - "It's Present day!"
Dominic - "Actually, it's Christmas day."

Sammy - "Some people call this an X-wing."
Me - "Why? It's a B-wing."
Sammy - "Because if you turn it like this it looks like an X."

Dominic surprised me with the World of Warcraft expansion, Wrath of the Lich King. I surprised him with a "green linen shirt," which parodies the clothes in the game.

Lisy tried to put on all the clothes she got, but she kept getting it wrong, like fitting pants onto her head and putting 3 socks on one foot, over her pajamas.

Say Cheese!

This post is pathetically lacking in pictures. So I'm making up for it all at once. Are you ready?

The boys enjoying a freak snowstorm in October. Notice the snowman's multiple eyes? Yeah, they had been watching a lot of Monsters, Inc.





Here I am with my cousin Lovina at her bridal shower. She was a radiant bride-to-be.







This was the year of superheroes. L-R: Lisy as Batgirl, Benjamin as Superman, Sammy as Captain America. Technically Lisy is wearing a witch's dress, but I pinned on a Batman cape, which thrilled her.



My favorite Superman picture.













Lisy is enjoying our balcony over the water at the Sundowner Motel. We stayed there for Dominic's job interview and when we first arrived in Caldwell.





The children had a lot of fun climbing all over the boxes. Packing is so much more fun for children with no responsibilities.






Our new house! Have I mentioned how nice it is to have a garage? and a fenced backyard? and an extra bathroom? and a walk-in closet? OK, I'll stop now.





Benjamin and Samuel with Santa at the Boise Botanical Gardens. The lights were amazing, but it was freezing cold.

Merry Christmas!

Settling in

Pictures at last! First, the nice one. Next, the one with personality:










I want to begin this post by saying that I love my husband very much. While I was at Relief Society this week, Dominic put together the living room and put away most of the boxes. He even set up and organized the bookcase. It feels like a home now: places to sit and no boxes tripping us up.

Dominic's surprise made me feel so good that I decorated for Christmas. Sammy, I mean Samuel, is thrilled to have a tree up and lights outside like everyone else. One surprise I didn't expect was a missing ornament box. It's either misplaced or mislabeled. So I bought garlands and bows and candy canes, making it look like our first Christmas tree. The kids really liked helping me decorate, until Lisy found out the candy canes were edible. I doubt many will survive the next 2 weeks.

Our next-door neighbors are very nice. They're they only ones who have greeted us, they brought us pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving, and their daughter is a lot like Sierra. So I gave them cookies, which they couldn't stop raving about. OK, here's my secret ingredient: add one package of instant chocolate pudding mix along with the flour. No one even notices that I use whole wheat flour ;)

As a follow-up from my last post, thank you so much for your comment, Marrisse. I decided to enlist my children's help. We had a family home evening about how Heavenly Father doesn't like fighting and yelling, but He is happy when we're peacemakers. Mommy is more emotional than usual and needs extra help. Since families help each other, I suggested they say "breathe Mom" when I yell. Then I'll stop and take a deep, calming breath. They really liked that idea. Though they never tell me to breathe until after I've stopped, I do give them lots of hugs and thank them for helping.

Now that I'm safely in the second trimester, I announce to the world that I'm expecting baby #4. I'm due in May on Lisy's 2nd birthday. Dominic notes that pregnancy increases the volume of my voice. What can I say? Some women cry, and I yell. It is temporary, but I feel bad for my little ones, which is why I'm working on it.

Home Sweet Home

We have a house! Yea! The rental company was really nice and worked very hard to get us in before Thanksgiving so we wouldn't have to stay in a hotel for 4 more days. The children were very happy and ran all over the place. That night the Bishop's wife of our new ward brought over dinner.

Thanksgiving day we were thankfully moving into our new home. We did take a break to eat a wonderful meal at Golden Corral, after which Dominic and I took naps. Benjamin wasn't feeling well, and in fact he had a fever most of the morning. He only drank soda at dinner, then he felt much better after throwing up.

We still have boxes everywhere, so there's no room for a Christmas tree yet. However, we did set up the kitchen, bathrooms, washer & dryer, and stuffed all the toys in the play room. Ok, I love having a play room. Who cares if it's a mess? The toys are out of the living areas!

There are a few things I always thought I would like, and now I know I love them: pantry, walk-in closet, and garage. All 3 really help me organize and de-clutter, areas in which I need a lot of help.

Although the children seem to like it here, they are still adjusting. Sammy found a picture of his friend Sierra and started to cry. Benjamin screams at the slightest provocation and is biting again. Lisy laughs after hitting and kicking her brothers. (sigh) I wish I could be the stability they need, but I've been very emotional lately. However, the nice weather helps, and I stick to our morning and evening routines. (As a side note, I'm grateful Sammy starts school next year, once we're fully settled in.)

When last we left our heroes . . .

. . . we were stuck in Burley, ID. Dominic made it to his first day of work on Monday after driving 2.5 hours. The kids and I got to hang out in Burley.

However, we were at a motel right off the highway, and the town was a few miles away. I pulled out the stroller and tried to walk. I hit a snag when I realized there wasn't even a shoulder, let alone a sidewalk, on the overpass leading into town. I left the boys with strict instructions to hold tight to the stroller while I checked on the median; turns out it was not an option. While I was off investigating, a lady drove by and saw the kids by the side of the road. She thought "uh oh" and pulled over. Her name was Carrie, and she was relieved to see me walk back. She drove an SUV, so the stroller and all of us fit just fine. Carrie was our angel, taking us into town to a great park and giving me her phone number.

The children happily played for awhile; I accidentally fell asleep on a bench. When Sammy needed to go potty (Benjamin's potty training has gone out the window), we found a thrift store that let us use their bathroom. Dominic's boss let him leave early to come get us. We all made it up to Caldwell that night. In case you're wondering, Dominic made that 2.5 hour drive 3 times, totaling 555 miles driven in 1 day. Wow.

The rest of the week has been occupied with learning a new job and looking for housing. Dominic likes his job already. He works with crazy people again, but he'll always have that in psychology. The housing market is wide open, with lots of houses for rent under $700 a month. The problem occurs in that most owners work through rental agencies, whose hours are the same as Dominic's. So we've looked at a lot of places and actually applied to 2. For the first house, we turned in the application an hour after someone else; of course they got it. For the second house, they should let us know tomorrow. We have a list of places to call if that falls through, too.

Meanwhile, we are all tired of living in hotels. Our first motel was cute, and we had a patio right over a river. When the boys first saw the water, they both said, "we shouldn't throw anything in there." And they didn't. But after a few days we needed a change of scenery. Plus, they told us the weekly rate was not retroactive. We are now at a Days Inn, which has internet, a laundry room and a continental breakfast, which saves on our food bill. Cute is not modern.

The children are holding up as well as can be expected. They watch a ridiculous amount of t.v., but there's nothing else to do. The boys have a lot of energy, and their only outlets are wrestling and jumping on the beds. Lisy has started screaming whenever she's tired or hungry. She is also very clingy. Tonight I held her until she fell asleep, which made for a much quieter bedtime.

Dominic and I are mostly worried about moving before Thanksgiving weekend, when every thing will be closed for 4 days.

Our adventure so far

Moving is always an adventure. And when you use an old trailer hitched to a 1978 van, you get a lot more excitement than you want.

We actually packed up and cleaned our entire apartment by Saturday evening. Emily came one more door and helped with the kid's room. The Elder's Quorum loaded up our big, heavy furniture and the boxes packed thus far on Wednesday. Friday afternoon the missionaries happened through our neighborhood and helped with rest of the furniture and almost everything else. My Visiting teachers also came by and started the cleaning. Saturday was consumed with the task of fitting everything else into the nooks and crannies and the final cleaning.

Our downstairs neighbors, who I thought didn't like us, invited our children over to watch a movie and drink hot chocolate for the last 2 hours we were there. The children have done remarkably well, all things considered. Their lives have turned upside down, and they seem to be taking it all in stride.

Animals: Neighbors who moved away back in June left behind their cat, Kahlua. We've been feeding him since then. He never really accepted us, so we dropped him off at the Ogden animal shelter. Benjamin misses him and keeps asking where he is. Of the 7 degus, we gave up the 3 girls for adoption through Petco. The employees were enthralled with them and kept assuring us they'd be adopted quickly.

Saturday night we reached Snowville, just 7 miles from the state border, when the van's drive shaft fell off. We stayed the night at the only motel in town. This morning, stuck in a small Utah town on Sunday, Dominic had to drive quite a ways in our car to find an automotive store open. He spent most of the day driving and repairing that worn-out van, while the children and I ate at Mollie's Cafe and played in the motel room all day. We hit the road around 5:30 pm and made it all the way to Burley, Idaho.

Physically, we could have kept going, but Dominic needed to finish and turn in his final paper by midnight. He made it with 10 minutes to spare. We are currently staying at a Super 8 for the internet access. We are in suite at no extra charge, because they don't allow more than 4 people in a regular room. Terry cloth bathrobes - although they're always shown in the movies, I didn't know hotels actually had them! They are very comfortable.

My Sunday evening

Even in the midst of all the packing, it's hard to break my Sunday routine. After the children are in bed and before Dominic comes home, it is me time. I do various things that have absolutely nothing to do with my regular responsibilities. Tonight I had great ambitions of sorting through old papers, clothes and random junk to either pack or throw out. Did I do any of it? Nope. This me-time routine is too ingrained. I rationalize it by saying I need the time to emotionally and mentally prepare for the coming week.

That being said, life is crazy! The children are bouncing off the walls, crying and screaming, wrestling more, climbing in and destroying boxes, and occasionally trying to "help" pack. Hmm.

For help I asked my sister Emily to come over with her kids, so the cousins could entertain each other. She and Troy came up with a better plan: Troy took my kids home to play with the cousins, and Em helped me pack all day without rambunctious noisemakers underfoot. It was wonderful! We packed up most of the kitchen, living room and framed pictures. My kids came home happy and exhausted. Emily and Troy are saints!

We need to be in Idaho in one week, and now it looks possible. At church today people offered to watch my kids, have us over for dinner, or physically load the trailer.

Today was also Dominic's last day at work. They held a pizza party for him. He gave them each a hand-written letter, and they each said something they remembered about him. Apparently there was lots of crying. And these are teenage boys. I think Dominic has been a positive influence on them and a great staff member - his boss cried on and off all shift.

After only 2 years, this has definitely become our home.

New Job

Since receiving his master's degree, Dominic has been looking for a job that will reflect his higher education, plus have better hours, and is physically safer (the mentally ill, delinquent teenage boys he currently works with tend to be violent).

Last Tuesday he went to Idaho for a job interview, about 5 hours away. The rest of us tagged along to check out the new town.

The town was smaller than I expected and not quite as cute as the website made it look. But it is only 30 minutes from Boise, which is the biggest city in Idaho, so it's in the vicinity of civilization.

The interview went very well; Dominic even made them laugh. And on Friday they called back to offer him the job. It met the above mentioned requirements, plus it offers a 50% wage increase and will allow him to work on his doctorate, so he accepted.

Then they asked him to start as soon as possible. He talked them into giving us 2 weeks in order to move. I was really hoping for a full month, like we had the last time we moved, but they didn't want to wait any longer.

Yikes!! We only have 2 weeks to pack up and move?! Not to mention looking for a place to live. However, housing is much cheaper there. For an extra $150 a month, we can rent a 3 bedroom house, which will be much nicer than the 2 bedroom upstairs apartment we're in now. Children should never have to live in an upstairs apartment - it's impossible for them to be quiet on the floor.

Needless to say the next few weeks will be busy and exciting.

Overheard at church

As a parent, sometimes I say things that are necessary but sound funny when I think about it. This past Sunday my comments were fairly amusing.

* Stop picking your nose and just eat your fruit snacks.

* Lisy, don't tackle your brother.

* No severing limbs at church. (they were pretending)

* Benjamin - Where's Jesus?
Me - Right there in that picture.
Benjamin - No, the walking Jesus.
Me - Oh, he's just a man with long hair and a beard.
Sammy - Why?
Me - Because he likes his hair long and he has a beard? I don't know.

Role reversals

With both sons and a daughter, I've noticed the line between stereotypical boy/girl toys are fuzzy. My latest shopping trip to Walmart is an excellent example. I let the children take turns choosing their toothpaste, and this was Lisy's turn. I showed her Batman and Bratz. She stared at them for a long time, but finally chose Batman. Sammy was upset! He wanted her to choose Bratz because it was pink and girls like pink. Ironically, when it was time to chose the fruit snacks, Sammy chose My Little Pony and won't share them.

At the church Halloween party last night, Captain America (Sammy) and Superman (Benjamin) wrestled quite a bit. It was funny watching 2 good guys duke it out, and they received many comments.

It's not a secret that my kids like Star Wars. A week ago Dominic noticed Benjamin humming the Imperial March (think: Darth Vader's theme song) while marching along the hallway. And just a couple of days ago, he found Lisy doing the same thing! Her march looked more like the goose step, but the tune was definitely decipherable as the Imperial March. And although I'm not certain it was intentional, she wore a blanket draped across her shoulders like a cape.

Quotes Archive

I think I want to keep a record of my "Quote of the Week" column. Since I don't know how to add pages, or anything fancy at all, I'll just add new quotes to this post.

3/3/2013 "I find that despite my best efforts, you exert undue influence on my behavior."
-Temperance Brennan, "Bones"

9/29/2012 "Sometimes I would lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling, because it was the only clean place in my house."
-Brenda, a grandmother who raised 7 children

5/1/2011 "Democracy is like a tambourine; not everyone can be trusted with it."
-John Oliver, comedian.

3/20/2011 "Remember that the concerns of a mother cannot be separated from the needs of her children and her husband."-Jeffrey R. Holland, "'Charity Never Faileth': A Discussion on Relief Society." The Ensign, Mar. 2011, p. 42.

3/4/2011 "It is not the design of heaven that we be rescued from all difficult situations. Rather, it is the Lord's will that we learn to handle them." -Joseph Fielding McConkie, "Finding Answers," The Ensign, Feb. 2011, p. 32.

2/20/2011 "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, and I'll hire you as my lawyer." -Wink, the royal advisor, Alcatraz versus the Shattered Lens, p. 165

2/4/2011 "Good heavens, no! The Bishop and the professor in the same room? I'd be excommunicated." -Professor Henry Higgins' mother, My Fair Lady

1/25/2011 Lines Written on a Banknote

Woe worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!

Fell source o' a' my woe and grief!

For lack o' thee I've lost my lass!

For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass!

I see the children of affliction

Unaided, through thy curst restriction:

I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile

Amid his hapless victim's spoil;

And for they potence vainly wished,

To crush the villain in the dust:

For lack o' thee, I leave this much-lov'd shore,

Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.

-Robert Burns

1/ 22/2011 "Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children." —Alex Haley

3/01/2010 "You have a love/hate relationship with the idea of changing your hair." -Dominic to me, when I was thinking of getting a haircut and maybe dyeing it. I haven't done anything, yet.

2/3/2010 "Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." -Author unknown

1/12/2010 A mother really is the homemaker, because nothing happens in the home unless the mom makes it happen. -paraphrased from Eden Borrowman, Sunday school teacher

12/01/2009 "Oh, why do my actions have consequences!" -Homer Simpson

11/26/2008 "If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart." -Nelson Mandela

11/18/2009 "Two words: taste test." -Dominic to me. Sometimes I forget to taste test food before serving it. This time dinner was just a tad (ok, very) salty.

11/10/2009 "The world needs more palindromes." -Me

10/18/2009 "Mommy, I love you super looper much." -Benjamin

10/02/2009 "Nothing hurts a new truth more than an old error" -Geothe

10/01/2009 "Obi-One died. I'm Obi-Two Kenobi." -Samuel

8/26/2009 Dominic - "Can you please turn off the television?" Benjamin - "OK. But first I need to turn off the t.v."

8/10/2009 "I'm 4!" -Benjamin telling everyone about his birthday

7/8/2009 "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." -Thomas Jefferson, The Declaration of Independence, 1776

6/18/2009 "You are the embodiment of joie de vivre." -My Dad to Elisa

5/18/2009 "Oh geez, I'd hate to be her right now." -Overheard at the park

5/07/2009 Dominic: "Foldest thou thine arms." How the kids say it: "Foldest now nine arms."

4/26/2009 "I have hot dog power!" -Benjamin

4/12/2009 "This is the most exciting day ever! It's Easter and we get to go to church!"
-Samuel

4/06/2009 "There are 6 people in Idaho who don't hunt. Then we moved here. Now there's 7." -Samuel

3/30/2009 Benjamin: "You can't see me." Me: "Oh? Why not?" Benjamin: "Because my eyes are invisible."

3/27/2009 "Tums: the snack of pregnant women." -Me

3/17/2009 "Mommy, you're nice, but Daddy makes you silly."
-Benjamin, observing that I laugh more when Dominic is around.

3/04/2009 "Look at you! You're the kind of pregnant lady the rest of us hate."
-Next door neighbor to me, but I think she was just being nice.

2/15/2009 "Marriage vows should place unbreachable walls around a couple. Sometimes people selfishly and mistakenly see these as prison walls from which to escape. But committed couples can see them as walls around a beautiful garden. With so much peace and happiness being cultivated inside, why would anyone want to go outside?" -Abbott, J. (Mar 1995). Trust That Deepens Through the Years. The Ensign.

2/09/2009 "Lisy is so toot (cute)." -Benjamin
"You're cute, too." -Me
"But I'm not a baby." -Benjamin

2/03/2009 Online chat with a friend, who never heard of NPR or the show Car Talk: "what are you doing now?" -friend
"i'm listening to car talk" -Dominic
~pause~ "what is your car saying?" -friend

1/25/2009 In Darth Vader voice: "Luke, you are whiny!"
In whiny Luke voice: "That's not true, that's impossible!"
-Samuel was playing with his action figures

1/18/2009 "It's better to die laughing than to live each moment in fear." -Michael Crichton

1/09/2009 "Hi Dear, I'm on my way home now." -Me
"Oh good. I thought you had moved to Walmart." -Dominic

12/29/2008 "Youngest to o'dest!" -Benjamin, with the mistaken idea that he will be last to do something unpleasant, like brush his teeth.

12/21/2008 "Lift up your head and be of good cheer; for behold, the time is at hand, and on this night shall the sign be given, and on the morrow come I into the world, to show unto the world that I will fulfill all that which I have caused to be spoken by the mouth of my holy prophets." -Jesus Christ, 3 Nephi 1:13

12/14/2008 "What you need is one more." - A stranger who saw me trying to catch the 3 kids running in 3 directions. He was trying to be funny but didn't realize there is one more on the way.

12/07/2008 A composite of several conversations: "Sammy is a baby name. Call me Samuel now. It's easy. You start with a Sam and end with a yule. Sam-uel." Benjamin: "Ammy-yule"

11/23/2008 "My Dad's name is Dominic, and my Mom's name is MaryRuth. But I'm not allowed to call them that. I have to call them Dad and Mom." - Sammy, to a stranger at a nearby table at breakfast.

11/16/2008 "Are we going home?" - Benjamin asks several times a day

11/09/2008 As a farewell to Utah, seen on a license plate frame this week:
Ski Patrol
* Risking ours *
* Saving yours *

11/04/2008 "You shouldn't worry (about making friends in a new area). You all have a bit of your dad in you." -Marrisse, sister-in-law

10/26/2008 "You really don't complain much." -Troy, brother-in-law
"That's because you can't hear what I'm thinking." -Me

10/17/2008 "Dad, you think you're a human being, but actually you are an aardvark." -Sammy pronounces aardvark like ahdvahk. Benjamin says ahbahk.

10/01/2008 "When I read that part in the script where it said, 'Luke, I am your father,' I thought, 'He's lying. I have to see how they carry this lie out.' " -James Earl Jones

Surprise!

Today is my 31st birthday and the first anniversary of my blog. This has been a birthday filled with surprises. To start it off, last month I mentioned to Dominic that I would like an MP3 player, and he then proceeded to talk me out of it. What did he give me? An MP3 player! It even came with an armband so I can listen to music while running. Turns out he thought it was a great idea.

The next surprise was a trip. Not a major deal, mind you, but we headed out to look at some old ghost towns in the area. As it grew later I mentioned my concern about getting the kids to bed on time, so Dominic showed me the toothbrushes and changes of clothes in the trunk. I giggled in happy surprise for at least 10 minutes.

We ended up at Bear Lake at the only restaurant open in the winter, a very reasonably priced steak house. Then our server referred us to a nice hotel. Our rooms were about the same size as our first apartment and had a full kitchen, king-sized bed, and leather fold-out couch (the boys loved jumping on it). We saw the brochure with the advertised summer rates, and since we stayed mid-week off-season, we got a great deal. The next day we explored more ghost towns. Actually, the "ghost towns" mentioned in our book were more like dilapidated buildings in and around working ranches. But we got some really cool pictures.

Today itself was calm and quiet, with lots of phone calls from my family.

Ok, Ok, They're Not Monsters

To show you that I realize my children are not always little terrorizing monsters, here are some fun stories and facts about them.

Benjamin's potty training is coming along. Some days are great. Other days his pull-ups make it possible for him to change his own diaper, so to speak. We track his success with potty charts. He comes up with his own rewards when he fills up a chart with stickers. One reward he chose was a pack of M&Ms, which he shared with his brother and sister. Another reward was to visit an airforce museum with the family. He is amazingly considerate for a 3-year-old. Sammy enjoyed the cluster bombs most, and Lisy kept pointing and making airplane noises.

Sammy is quite the precocious child. At the museum I pointed out a plane and said, "Look, this plane is carrying 4 bombs on each side." To which he replied, "No, Mom. It's carrying 3 missiles and 1 bomb on each side." Dominic admitted the kid was right. At least Sammy doesn't go around singing "I'm right, and you're wrong" anymore. That was annoying.

After the museum we rented the movie "Top Gun." I fast-forwarded through all the talking parts so they could fully enjoy the airplane scenes. Benjamin discovered a new way to die. Let me just say that this kid "dies" several times a day. There are the common deaths (guns, sword and lightsaber fights, poisoned cookies, drowning, falling into lava) to the bizarre (running himself down with the toy lawnmower). Now he pretends to be Goose falling out of a plane. He looks at me and says, "I'm Doose. Aaaaaah," and falls down. He cracks me up! Another thing that gets me is when he says, "I'm so cuuute," where cute sounds like teeewt.

Sammy likes to take care of the food. When he is hungry, he raids the fridge and cupboards and puts random things on the table. Then I look through it and narrow it down to what can go together. We've had interesting lunches that way. One day while I was showering too close to lunch time, he spread cool whip on bread. He and Benjamin ate about half the loaf of bread like that, finishing it off. He was very proud of his meal.

Lisy wore her hair in pigtails for the first (successful) time today. It was adorable! Her hair even made little curls, as if I did it on purpose. Of course I don't have a picture, because I still don't know how to upload pictures onto the laptop. She has also been much easier since we started locking the fridge. Oh she screams about it, but the eggs are safe. She really enjoys getting tickled. When we stop, she takes our hands and puts them back on her belly to get tickled again. And finally, she loves to be taken care of. For instance, she enjoys getting her hair washed when it's coated in food, and she's the only one of the 3 who likes getting dressed or getting her diaper changed.

Little Monsters

It's official: our children are monsters.

A couple of Sundays ago I was the only one not sick, so everyone stayed home while I went to church. Halfway through I received a text message from Dominic: "What do you think is messier: raw eggs or poop? How about both all smeared over the kitchen floor?" Uh oh. But I thought it would all be cleaned up by the time I got home and he wouldn't need me, so I stayed.

When I arrived home, Dominic had cleaned up 3 Lisy messes and given her a bath. One problem he had was that she would make another mess while he cleaned up a previous one. After bathing her, he put her in the crib and finished cleaning the house. She screamed the entire time, but at least she couldn't make another mess. I felt really bad for Dominic, because he was sick, which is why he was home. The next day we bought a fridge lock.

Just this past Sunday, the boys were making a lot of noise on the floor and barely acknowledged my commands to quiet down. Our downstairs neighbors have a 3-month-old baby. The dad reached a breaking point and pounded on their ceiling, our floor. It scared my boys, who finally stopped stomping around. I was very embarrassed by their behavior, but I am grateful they obeyed someone.

The 3 little monsters do have their good moments, but they are still young children. They have a tendency to laugh when I want to yell at them.