Happy Happy Birthday Eveready!

Today is Everetts birthday. He is seven years old and growing fast.

He is smart, sensitve and caring.

Everett loves a clean space, is obsessive about Gormiti and tolerates the adoration his younger siblings send his way.

I love the random hugs he gives me and his willingness to help out whenever asked.

Happy birthday, baby boy. I love you!


Holiday · House

Annnnnnd Christmas

I have a list of Goals. That I made way back in August (Waaaaay back when it was warm and sunny). I usually re-evaluate my goals and resolutions (hate, hate that word) In August.

August for two reasons:

1. My birthday is in August and that is when I am starting a new year,  a brand new age that will never come again and I need plenty of time to either screw it up or make it awesome.

2. I don’t need some bossy, drunk Holiday to dictate when I should resolve to eat right and make nice with the relatives, you know, just in case.

New Years eve is like a mob boss, but instead of breaking your legs when you have not lost 26 lbs by the middle of next week, he cripples you with agonizing guilt. I don’t run with that kind of crowd. No sir.

But this year, given new circumstances, I find myself pulling out my notebook and looking over my goals for year 28. And scratching out half of them. Scribbling in new ones. Amending others. Like:

1. Shower at least once a month.

2. Breathe deeply.

3. But not too deeply, if the shower is a still a few weeks off.

4. Buy a chocolate factory and move in.

5. Wash all the socks.

Wait, wrong year.

WoW! I did not do too badly that year…….

Ahhh okay here it is.

1. Buy a 15 passenger van and play chicken with at least one semi.

2. Stain and finish the floors in the new house. (Amendment, don’t get high on the fumes, dratted pregnancy.)

3. Teach the children something over the course of the 2011-2012 school year.

4. Eat more avacodoes.

5. Buy a pair of really cute boots.

6. Adopt a puppy and try not to cry when he chews up said cute boots.

7.  Buy a chocolate factory and move in.

8. Be nice. At least try.

A brand spanking new goal is a post a day for the next week. I miss my blog. I don’t have to be civilized here.

There are of course a whole slew more. But this post is about Christmas . Or something.



Drum roll please……..

I am pregnant.

I discovered this interesting bit of shockwave on Monday, after feeling like crud for a week or so and Chelle telling me that she had a dream that I was pregnant. I laughed at her, might have crossed myself and told her to pray it was not so.

Then I bought a pregnancy test because the mind games were killing me.

It was positive. In an annoying, happy, skippy, loud sort of way.

I took another the next morning.


I called my midwife.

Help, I said.

Come right in. Now. She said.

The urgency and denial in her voice, matched mine. After all I had the paragard in in August.

We dropped the children off and made our way to the clinic.

Ultrasound confirmed both a teeny tiny little wee one and the IUD.


I am about 5-6 weeks.


I hope so.

Even though I was all very much done having sweet little ones, apparently God has different ideas.

I am still too much in shock to sort out how I feel exactly, but happy is were I know I will end up, because children are wonderful blessings.




I created a Naughty/Nice chart this morning. The children assured me it was pointless as they are never naughty. I believe they are telling me I am delusional. Well delusional or not there are only so many times in a day that I can tolerate war screams, death rattles and political whining.  From the children.

Impressed by my chart and wanting to prove there point, we have a balance of mostly “Nice”. Mostly as there was a attack from the rear whilst serving dinner that resulted in spilled juice. For some reason, asking someone to pass the juice is much, much harder then crawling across the table and over heads and dishes of food. I fight a losing battle some days.

The family, with the exception of Chantelle and I, are off to the church to demonstrate a Family Home Evening lesson. Chantelle is sleeping and I am allowing her to do so as she has developed a cold and she is only five months old. Also I do not believe in waking sleeping babies. Ever. Never. Ever.

In addition I suffer from, mind numbing, nausea inducing, panic attack, black out worthy performance anxiety. This might come as a surprise to some, but it is oh so painfully true. Just the thought that I might have had to go tonight makes me want to bolt to the bathroom.

Had to take a break and go look at lolcats to calm me down…..

That is what the kids say,every time.
My reply……..

(Pretend you can hear Evil Laughter)

I love my kidlets.


Holiday · House · Kids

Too old for naps.

Chantelle, at the ripe old age of five months and five days has decided napping is for three week olds. Oh dear Lord, I pray it isn’t so. We are due for a Rip Van Winkle style nap now. Now. Amen. Chantelle has been awake since 6:30 AM, she had a 20 minute nap at 4:00 this afternoon and at 10:58 PM she is wide awake and going strong. People, she isn’t even cranky.

Chantelle wants to crawl, walk, run and start stuffing all those teeny tiny toys my children collect into her mouth,  but her legs and arms have different ideas, thankfully.  She is five months going on three years.  We love her.

The children pray nightly that daddy will be able to finish there bedrooms soon. God, in his infinite wisdom, is either against construction or has a funky sense of humor, because every time Joff has more then three hours to work it rains. Pours. Not even kidding. It has become a sad, sort of joke around here.

Joff: Boss called, wants to know if I can work Thursday?

Me: Yea that would be great, it is supposed to rain Thursday, so no problems. You can take (insert any day of the week) off instead.

Thursday arrives, bright, clear, and beautiful. Day Joff chose to take off? Yep, it rains.

So work on the house is slow, but I have been taking pictures and it has been coming along, however slowly. Joff finished the framing for the living room and after checking it out, we both agreed it will be bigger then we had imagined. So okay with me. Joists go up for the second story next and then framing for the roof. It will be done eventually.

Christmas is in only 9 days! I am not ready. Mentally anyway, Christmas really snuck up on me this year. But we are having fun and the kids have been working hard earning money to buy each other gifts. It is fun to hear them give each other hints and beg for more hints. We have a tiny, but adorable fake tree this year, due to space constrictions, but we all love it. It is so much fun to see them sitting there staring at the tree, holding a present on thier lap, just wondering at the magic of the season. There is something more about Christmas presents. I generally am a giant grinch at Christmas time, but over the years the children have shown me what Christmas is really about. So I am learning to love Christmas. Another awesome part of having children:).

11:43 PM. Chantelle has finally gone to sleep. It is a Christmas miracle!