3/30/2010
General Conference Activity Packet
If anyone is interested in another General Conference activity packet you can get one HERE. Enjoy & Happy Easter!!
3/29/2010
Yes and No
Yes, I am 20 weeks pregnant.
No, we don't know what we are having. (well, we KNOW it's a baby)
Yes, we are planning on finding out.
No, we haven't set an ultrasound apt yet.
Yes, I am getting impatient & may call the insurance company myself if I have to!
No, we don't know what we are having. (well, we KNOW it's a baby)
Yes, we are planning on finding out.
No, we haven't set an ultrasound apt yet.
Yes, I am getting impatient & may call the insurance company myself if I have to!
1/31/2010
Animal Cruelty?
As I contemplate the past week a familiar (and slightly annoying) song comes to mind; "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette. As many of you know, Matt left for TX on Wednesday & will be gone for 6 weeks. I have been trying to prepare myself mentally to be able to take on all the tasks of daily living by myself for a while. I know it is possible & that things will be fine after an adjustment period. However, Buckley-our "adorable" little dog had his own plans for my first week alone.
Buckley is just a few days shy of being 7 months old & hasn't completely grasped the idea of being house trained. I will admit that he has gotten a lot better & has started to give me a few signals here and there when he needs to go out for a potty break. Things seemed to be on the up and up with that whole situation until one day he decided to come down with a case of diareah. (Now is when you should be scrunching your nose in disgust, thinking something like, "Ugh! GROSS", or dry heaving-my personal favorite)
The first clue that led me to this fabulous realization was when Trinity informed me that Buckley had just pooped in the hallway.
"Pick it up with a tissue & flush it down the toilet", I told her.
"No!, It's juicy!", was her quick reply.
FIVE more messes would follow that afternoon & I began to seriously question my decision making skills. Hadn't I known this was part of taking on a pet? How irresponsible could I have been? I got sucked into those puppy eyes & that cute little wet nose just as fast, if not faster, than the kids!! Redemption had come. With a vengeance!
I made it through the day feeling as frazzled as I looked and finally got everyone to sleep. As I lay in bed I wondered how I would make it through another day of "doggy diareah". I was awakened all too soon facing that exact question. Enter Trinity:
"Mom, I hate to tell you this, but Buckley pooped in his cage." I decided to act like a real adult and stay in bed. I knew what I would face as soon as I got up & I just wasn't ready to handle it. Two minutes later; Enter Brinley:
"Mom! (as she is holding her nose) Buckley has a STINKY SMELL. Change him!" I didn't say a word. I stared at her blankly & nodded my head slightly. That bought me a few more seconds. Then Grayden came strutting in the room. "Hi Buddy!" I said to him. He is usually so happy in the mornings & loves to climb into bed and pester me by honking my nose. Today all he had to say was, "EEeewwwww!" I got the message loud and clear-it was time to deal with Buckley.
The next three mornings played out like a scene from Groundhog's Day(also an annoying movie)with one or all of the kids coming to my bedside complaining that Buckley had pooped in his cage again. The routine was getting so familiar, but not any less revolting. I'd pick the entire cage up, with the dog inside, and stick it in the bathtub. His bedding would go into the washer for an extra hot, second spin added, scrub. When that was done I'd run the washer empty with nothing but hot water and Clorox. Meanwhile, Buckley would be soaking in his cage in a tub of warm water & dog shampoo. I took him out & continued to clean all the nasty-ness from his cage. Thank goodness for shower hoses! After I hauled the wet cage out of the bathroom I then began the tub scrub down. Clorox wipes, followed by a tub full of hot water and more Clorox. (Trinity constantly complaining that the house smelled like a swimming pool. An awesome alternative to dog poop if you ask me!) Then to finish it of I'd lay Clorox wipes on the floor and "skate" around the bathroom floor to make sure there were no lingering nasties.
All other activities are now a blur. I feel like the past few days have been overtaken by POOP! I finally made the decision to stop giving Buckley "bedding" to sleep on, and actually ended up throwing away three towels because I couldn't stomach the thought of putting anymore poop into the washing machine! As I sit here typing I can hear Buckley in his cage. He is whining at me. It can't be that he needs to go out, because I just took him. Is it possible that he misses his soft bedding? I am actually feeling a little guilty! How crazy is that. I know that animal cruelty is a real problem & that him spending the night without any padding probably doesn't qualify, but I have to ask; is there such a thing as a pet being cruel to their person?! If so, I'm making myself a T-Shirt. It will say, "I am a victim of pet owner cruelty." Then underneath it in larger print, "GOT CLOROX?"
(Congratulations if you read this whole thing & thanks for letting me complain! Don't worry, we are keeping Buckley...For now)
Buckley is just a few days shy of being 7 months old & hasn't completely grasped the idea of being house trained. I will admit that he has gotten a lot better & has started to give me a few signals here and there when he needs to go out for a potty break. Things seemed to be on the up and up with that whole situation until one day he decided to come down with a case of diareah. (Now is when you should be scrunching your nose in disgust, thinking something like, "Ugh! GROSS", or dry heaving-my personal favorite)
The first clue that led me to this fabulous realization was when Trinity informed me that Buckley had just pooped in the hallway.
"Pick it up with a tissue & flush it down the toilet", I told her.
"No!, It's juicy!", was her quick reply.
FIVE more messes would follow that afternoon & I began to seriously question my decision making skills. Hadn't I known this was part of taking on a pet? How irresponsible could I have been? I got sucked into those puppy eyes & that cute little wet nose just as fast, if not faster, than the kids!! Redemption had come. With a vengeance!
I made it through the day feeling as frazzled as I looked and finally got everyone to sleep. As I lay in bed I wondered how I would make it through another day of "doggy diareah". I was awakened all too soon facing that exact question. Enter Trinity:
"Mom, I hate to tell you this, but Buckley pooped in his cage." I decided to act like a real adult and stay in bed. I knew what I would face as soon as I got up & I just wasn't ready to handle it. Two minutes later; Enter Brinley:
"Mom! (as she is holding her nose) Buckley has a STINKY SMELL. Change him!" I didn't say a word. I stared at her blankly & nodded my head slightly. That bought me a few more seconds. Then Grayden came strutting in the room. "Hi Buddy!" I said to him. He is usually so happy in the mornings & loves to climb into bed and pester me by honking my nose. Today all he had to say was, "EEeewwwww!" I got the message loud and clear-it was time to deal with Buckley.
The next three mornings played out like a scene from Groundhog's Day(also an annoying movie)with one or all of the kids coming to my bedside complaining that Buckley had pooped in his cage again. The routine was getting so familiar, but not any less revolting. I'd pick the entire cage up, with the dog inside, and stick it in the bathtub. His bedding would go into the washer for an extra hot, second spin added, scrub. When that was done I'd run the washer empty with nothing but hot water and Clorox. Meanwhile, Buckley would be soaking in his cage in a tub of warm water & dog shampoo. I took him out & continued to clean all the nasty-ness from his cage. Thank goodness for shower hoses! After I hauled the wet cage out of the bathroom I then began the tub scrub down. Clorox wipes, followed by a tub full of hot water and more Clorox. (Trinity constantly complaining that the house smelled like a swimming pool. An awesome alternative to dog poop if you ask me!) Then to finish it of I'd lay Clorox wipes on the floor and "skate" around the bathroom floor to make sure there were no lingering nasties.
All other activities are now a blur. I feel like the past few days have been overtaken by POOP! I finally made the decision to stop giving Buckley "bedding" to sleep on, and actually ended up throwing away three towels because I couldn't stomach the thought of putting anymore poop into the washing machine! As I sit here typing I can hear Buckley in his cage. He is whining at me. It can't be that he needs to go out, because I just took him. Is it possible that he misses his soft bedding? I am actually feeling a little guilty! How crazy is that. I know that animal cruelty is a real problem & that him spending the night without any padding probably doesn't qualify, but I have to ask; is there such a thing as a pet being cruel to their person?! If so, I'm making myself a T-Shirt. It will say, "I am a victim of pet owner cruelty." Then underneath it in larger print, "GOT CLOROX?"
(Congratulations if you read this whole thing & thanks for letting me complain! Don't worry, we are keeping Buckley...For now)
1/28/2010
Sunflower Market
I used to really enjoy making my Wednesday "double add day" trip out to Sunflower Market. They always have great sales on their fresh fruits and veggies & I always feel so good about myself when I leave having only bought things from the big squares on the food pyramid! (Okay I'll admit it, I occasionally buy tortilla chips & carmel corn)
Now, you may be asking yourself, "why did she say used to enjoy?" Aha! I'll tell you. The trips have always been made with the whole crew. I don't expect to be able to get away on a Wednesday afternoon alone, so the troops always come along. The carts are on the small side, so there was never any room for either of the girls to ride inside. They typically did well & stayed semi-close during our trips, UNTIL...dun, dun DUN! They spied the mini shopping carts!
Bring on the under aged mini cart drivers, my ankles will be ready!
Now, you may be asking yourself, "why did she say used to enjoy?" Aha! I'll tell you. The trips have always been made with the whole crew. I don't expect to be able to get away on a Wednesday afternoon alone, so the troops always come along. The carts are on the small side, so there was never any room for either of the girls to ride inside. They typically did well & stayed semi-close during our trips, UNTIL...dun, dun DUN! They spied the mini shopping carts!
I thought that I could be the strong parent & simply refuse that we use the carts ever again, but it became so much easier & less of a fight to allow them to have their own carts. The continuous flat tires that I got didn't get any more pleasant & I am sad to say that we haven't been back to the Sunflower Market in a few months. However, I am planning to return someday & will be prepared. I'm hoping that the snow boots I got for Christmas will double as good flat tire protectors. I have to at least chance it-I'd be a horrible Mom if I didn't right? Just look at those faces?
Bring on the under aged mini cart drivers, my ankles will be ready!
1/27/2010
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