Saturday, May 30, 2015

Baby #5 Story, Part I

**This post has been in my drafts to post since March. Just saying.**

Yep.  You (the two people who may actually still check my blog) heard me.  Obviously, I wouldn't be lying.  It really does take having another baby to get to me to actually write a blog post!  Why is that? Probably because a baby birth story tends to be a bit longer than the paragraph-at-most that I put on facebook. Want the short(ened a bit) version?  Here it goes...

We have a full family. Three beautiful girls and a handsome son.  Four children makes for a pretty big family already, right? Originally, when we were thinking about baby #4, I had this vision of having another boy and getting the even-steven two girls, two boys bit. Well, the Buggs had other plans, and she has been a delightful addition to our family. She's the most outgoing, most headstrong child we've had and it's already been a great ride having her.  I wouldn't change my girl-boy-girl-girl situation one bit! Because I love them all and they are better children than I deserve!!

After the Buggs, I felt like we would be okay not having more children. I wasn't anti-more, but not pro-more either. Hubby, however, was pro-more :) Especially the idea of another boy.  But life definitely was busy and after starting to teach seminary just 5 months after T was born, and with work and then kids all starting school so quickly (Bubbs in 2010, Sim in 2011, C in 2013...), we didn't talk about it very often.

Fast-forward. Not long after T turned three, I started thinking that when E was three, she already had two younger siblings(!). We started talking more about another baby.  But I told hubby that before we even started trying, I wanted to be okay having a boy OR a girl.  Because honestly, at that point, I only wanted another baby if we could be SURE it would be a boy. Not that you need to know more information than that, but after lots of thinking and praying (and encouragement from my sweet husband), I did get to the point that I wanted to try for another baby. Boy or girl. Poor Sim had been asking for a brother for a LONG time, and I even had a chat with him about how if we had another kid, Heavenly Father might decide another girl was right for our family. He (reluctantly) agreed, and that made it easier to decide to try.

Unlike our other babies, it took a while to get pregnant this time. (Not that I am comparing this to those who struggle for years with fertility limitations; I know we are lucky that we didn't have more of a struggle in this area, but waiting was new to us!). As we waited, I recognized that my Father in heaven probably wanted to help me realize I really did feel like another baby - no matter the gender! - should be part of our family. So mid-2014, we found out I was pregnant! (Two weeks before I joined hubby on a business trip to Europe. Story for another post. But I was not the most pleasant person to be around on that trip... And going to Paris wasn't as romantic as either of us had planned! :P )

At 18 weeks, we went to have our health check/gender-revealing sonogram.  That morning, I was nervous for many reasons. That something would be wrong I think is every expectant mom's first and most important worry. But I also worried we'd find out we were having a girl and be disappointed. Which I didn't want! It would be so unfair to the beautiful baby I was growing and ungrateful of me to think that way!  As we watched the ultrasound, all appeared in order, and both hubby and I thought we saw the baby's privates and that we were having a girl. And whew, I felt okay with that! But then, the tech showed us the gender and we were having a boy!

We had a fun reveal dinner with the kids - they didn't even know we were having a baby at all so we had a baby dinner (baby carrots, baby pizza, baby bottles to drink out of, etc) and then a water balloon stomp resulted in blue water all over our driveway :)  Our Simster was out. of. his. mind. THRILLED!  Then we had an amazing YW of mine take our family pictures and we announced it to our family and friends :)

Friday, August 17, 2012

We will resume our regularly scheduled programming....

someday.  I still have this strange idea that at some point I will go back to blogging.  At least somewhat regularly.  Like every three months.  That would be at least an improvement, right? :)

In the interim, let me just talk about this -  I LOVE all Olympics.  Winter, summer, whatever.  When they are happening, our TV is on pretty much all day.  Even Sunday evenings, which is usually a no-TV-watching-especially-sports zone.  My kids are too young to remember the last summer olympic games, so it was awesome to watch how excited they got to see it all.  We put up a world map before the Opening Ceremony and then found the countries on the map as the athletes walked by.  Awesome.

All of them had their favorite events:  Bubbs (almost 8 now!) adored the swimming and synchronized swimming, the Buns (age 4.5) loved the gymnastics, and the Bugs (age 2.5) couldn't wait to see the "jumping" (diving).  And the Budds?  He reminded me of my older brother J.  After pretty much every event, he announced that was what he was now going to do.  And then he did.  In the living room, on the sofas, on the stairs, on the playset.  First swimming, then gymnastics, then volleyball, then rowing, then running, then wrestling, then decathlon, then hurdles, then BMX, then basketball, then diving, then fencing, then all of them all over again.   SO fun to watch.

Love the spirit of the Olympic games.  We cheered on the US, of course, but Germany, Austria, and the Netherlands also got a lot of support.  The older kids made a two-sided flag out of paper and a wrapping paper tube - one side was the German flag, one side the stars and stripes of the USA.  We cheered when someone won a medal from a country that had never medaled in that event before.  We got excited to think that the sights of London we were seeing on the TV might be things we will see in person if we end up moving to England next year.  (What?! Yep, story for another blog post.  Check back in three months...)   We can't wait to watch all over again in two years in Sochi and four years in Rio.

In honor of London 2012, here is our personal ode to the Olympics. Enjoy!


PS - Please ignore the dorky commentary by me.  Even Sim said we should have re-filmed because I said "smidgeon" and that was not professional olympic talk.  Because, you know, him rolling out of the pool is totally professional :)  Don't you love how they used winter hats for swim caps?  They made the whole pool setup by themselves and were doing this before I came along and I saw it.  Had to capture for posterity.  And my blog. :)

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

Update: the Simster

**Again, another post I started a long time ago.  September 2011 as well.  I will publish it now without any extra so you don't get a heart attack reading all about Simster growing up in one long post!**

Mr. Sim has spent this past year W-A-I-T-I-N-G for school to start!  He and the Bubbs are so close in age and have done pretty much everything together that the separation was a bit hard on him.  In other news, it has been nice for the Buns because the two of them have become pretty good friends, playing together every morning after seminary while I rest a little before the Buggs gets up.

He turned five.  Birthday was a bit sad because he spent the whole week super sick and I don't think he even enjoyed much of his special day.  The whole time I was thinking about how turning five was one step closer to Kindergarten and I wasn't sure if I wanted him to leave me :)

Sim played T-ball again in the spring.  He is getting pretty good at catching and throwing, but his team was really big this time around and those poor little boys got pretty antsy in the dugout for all those games... Daddy was one of the coaches and I think they both enjoyed that.

We spent three weeks in Colorado/Idaho/Utah over the summer for a bunch of weddings (FOUR siblings got married this summer!) - a post for another time - and right before we left, Simster managed to get a nice cut right on his eyebrow while playing around in the living room.  We didn't have to do stitches again (just glue this time).

Now the Simster is in Kindergarten!  We were so blessed this year because both the kids got the teachers I was really hoping for - ones that taught Kindergarten last year and I watched and enjoyed their approach. He wasn't really nervous at all for his first day and has already made a few good friends.  He is behaving well too, which we weren't sure would happen and are so grateful.  He loves school, he is doing well with his reading and writing, and is beginning to enjoy Math too!  I think he will do another round of T-ball this fall because one of our friends is coaching.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Update: the Bubbs

**THIS is the first of a series of updates I started but never posted... This one is actually from October, so I have much more I could share/say about the Bubbs since then. But if I wait to get everything perfect, I may never blog again.  Which really could happen anyway.  The whole never-blogging-again.  So enjoy it while you can! :)**

So here's the first of probably a few updates I will eventually share.  Hopefully.  There is no way I can catch everything so first I thought I would just give a blog post to each of the kids so you can see how they are growing and what they've been doing!

The Bubbs LOVED Kindergarten and did really well last year.  Socially, she was a little shy at the beginning (especially with the adults) but got more comfortable as the year went on.  As many know, I have been a little sad that her birthday was in September and she missed the cut-off for the year before.  I don't think she's the smartest kid in the world, but I think she would have been fine being in first grade last year.  But after watching just how happy she is to be in school and how she adjusted to her shyness, and how she doesn't care that she was one of the oldest ones in Kindergarten, I realized it didn't matter.

By the end of the year, she made two best friends (her BFFs as she calls them).  She loved her teacher.  We were able to go to the Kindergarten Graduation ceremony and watch her receive her "diploma" and four other awards - she earned a PE sportsmanship award, an art award (yay! her favorite!), a reading award, and the Kindergarten citizenship award.
Bubbs' artwork made it into the district art show!

Receiving her citizenship awards.

The Bubbs also spent the last year in a ballet class.  We chose a christian ballet studio because I loved the idea of traditional ballet and appropriate moves and music (my six-year-old doesn't need to shake what she doesn't even have!).  Their mission is to praise the Lord through dance and she really enjoyed the class and the year.  The only downside was the distance and the traffic - if traffic was really bad it was a 50 minute drive to and from the studio...  She danced in a recital in June and was so stinkin' cute :)  I will of course post a little video for your enjoyment.  Well, mostly for my enjoyment, but you are welcome to watch it too :)  Her class was so small - just three girls, and one of them got too scared at the recital to even go on stage, so it ended up just being E and her friend Juliet.  I was worried she would be scared, too, but after the dress rehearsal I asked her about it and she said, "I wasn't scared, Mom, it feels great to dance on the stage with people watching!"  Ah ha!  Maybe she has a few of her mom's genes after all...
E and her friend Juliet


So now THIS year - first grade.  Fabulous teacher, I am excited for the year!  She loves her class, and has made a few more "BFFs".  She has a little boy who was in her class last year and her class this year that she kinda has a little crush on.  He wants to sit by her a lot, too...  I like to tease her a bit about it.  Because I can.  And because I was like the most boy-craziest girl ever so I know what it is like.  The Bubbs still loves art, but she also loves writing stories and has started doing that more than drawing.  She loves reading and just recently learned to ride her bike without training wheels. (Yes, I know, she is 7.  Totally our fault because we didn't work on it with her at all until about two weeks ago.  And then she caught on pretty quickly.)  She is usually well-behaved but is definitely starting to have her own opinions about things (yikes!).  It is crazy to me that she is SEVEN years old now!  They do grow up too fast, but I love watching her grow up!
First Day of School 2011-12

Lost her first two teeth! (Well, they were pulled but she still
got money from the tooth fairy so that's what counts, right?)

Monday, September 19, 2011

Rubber Cement

Welcome back! Wait, I guess that would be me talking to myself. I feel like I am kind of a stranger on my own blog because I haven't posted for so long!

I do have a backlog of half-posts, drafts that I have been meaning to share with the world (well, at least the five of you who read my blog...). We have definitely had a lot of things going on since I last blogged. A finished school/seminary year, various projects/activities, working, a VERY full summer (including a 21 day road trip and four sibling weddings), and now a new school/seminary year. I sort of get sleepy just thinking about it! Oh, actually, maybe I am just sleepy from being up since 4:30am :)

But something has been holding me back from sharing. I can't really put my finger on it. All this stuff is fun to talk about and of course, I have some delightful pictures to go along with it all (think flower girls and more!). Things have been busy but not so busy I can't post. Nothing is over-the-top exciting or sink-in-the-pit depressing. We are here, doing our thing. The usual. Maybe that's why.

But this post is supposed to be about rubber cement, you say. That title is what drew me in here in the first place - so what's all the explaining about not blogging got to with it?

I was thinking about rubber cement the other day. I used it pretty much every week in my elementary art class. You remember the stuff, right? It would stick to your fingers and you'd have to rub them together to get it off. Boys would run around shoving in your face and saying it was a booger (ewww). Ah, those were the days.

I feel like my life is a little like rubber cement right now. It's like I have this fake booger stuck to my fingers. I am completely aware that it is not literally a booger, that it is just sticky glue-y stuff. Just like I am aware that there is nothing really wrong with my life, we have been blessed beyond measure. But for some reason I still think the sticky stuff is a gross nasty booger and I want it to get off. It's like it's irritating me all the time. And since there isn't anything really wrong in my life, I keep telling myself - "It's not a booger! It's just some rubber cement so roll it up and flick it off already!"

Since it is just rubber cement, I can't figure out how to explain how I feel to anyone else - like I need some moral support but don't know what I need or how to get it. I can say "Hey, I have this glue on my finger and it feels icky like a booger." And then they will say, "Hmm...that's weird. You're fine; it's not full of germs or anything, it is really is just glue. Just wash your hands now and we'll go shopping." Know what I mean?

I know this comparison is stretching it, but it is kind of the reason why I don't feel like posting. Because of the booger on my fingers. BUT that being said, I am trying to clean off my fingers so they can again type and publish posts and upload pictures, and be witty and a little entertaining. :) Keep checking in, okay?


DISCLAIMER: The reviews and opinions of Elmer's Rubber Cement are mine. I was not paid or compensated in any way. I did not even get a free bottle. And the picture comes from In case you are needing to buy some rubber cement to get your very own fake boogers on your fingers. Hee hee.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

RIP (Gr)uncle Chuck

My wonderful uncle passed away this morning. He suffered a stroke a few weeks ago and things just didn't go well from there... I had the opportunity to go visit him one last time in the hospital, to say my goodbyes and share my love with my aunt and cousin. He has meant so much to me, especially in the last eleven years when he became basically another dad to me.

We love him and we will miss him! He was such a wonderful uncle/grandfather to my kids... I don't think I have many pictures where he isn't playing with one of them :) I am saddened to think of the conversations we won't have again, the laughs we won't share, the advice that he won't be able to give me. But I take comfort in his peace and in the faith that I will see him again!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Love, Mom

Dear Bubbs,

I know your life is hard. Especially when your brother pushes your buttons and you don't get EXACTLY the same amount of time on the computer as he does. And yes, I remember that time I took the other kids to lunch and didn't bring you home chocolate milk. I will make it up to you. Thanks for being my rock, and it's so nice to know that you never have to "pull your color" at school because you try to do what's right. What a wonderful first baby bear! And don't worry, when I was your age, I too was embarrassed when my mom and dad kissed. Come to think of it, I still am... :)

Love, Mom

Dear Simster,

I so enjoyed listening to you read your story out of "Frog and Toad" this morning. I probably don't tell you this enough but you can be every bit as smart as your older sister and I am sorry if you fall in her smartness shadow sometimes. There are things you do well that she doesn't. And honey, not everything is a competition. Just don't ask your uncle J about that; he may tell you differently... :)

Love, Mom

Dear Buns,

Confession: sometimes I put your favorite baby in the movie room on purpose, and then make sure you know where she is. Then I get to ask "Where is your baby?" and listen to you say, "She's in the oodie room, mom." It really never gets old. It is just so darn cute! And you are so imaginative, like yesterday when you grabbed that Albertsons bag and turned it into your Dora backpack. :)

Love, Mom

Dear Buggs,

Yesterday you took 15 steps from the coffee table to the couch. And if I'm being honest, some of me wanted to push you down like your brother did and say, "Just stop growing up!" (He really did cry about you not crawling anymore. And pushed you down. Because I think he's afraid of everything you can get into now. In his defense, he did say sorry and give you a huge bear hug and kiss.) I can't believe you will be one next week! But even though you sucking your thumb is super cute, I wouldn't mind if you decided to give it up anytime now... all on your own... :)

Love, Mom