Thursday Thoughts

This is a (very poor) picture of Isaiah receiving his Religious Square Knot Scouting Award. I was so pleased to see him earn it. That is our Bishop, Bishop Dimond presenting it to him.

Days keep passing away... Lately I have had so many thought flying through my mind. I don't know if I ever have time for them to fully develop before something interrupts them. I was reading through the blog of one of my classmates from Malad, Tricia, and and she has one day a week where she just writes random thoughts that she's had. I kind of like that idea... whether or not I'll be as diligent as she is on doing it weekly... hmmm, don't put money one it. So here goes my first "Thursday Thoughts" Maybe next week it'll be Tuesday. Maybe Friday. Maybe I'll forget all together.

~I am really not a scheduler, planner, or organizer.

~My children will probably grow up to be procrastinators, and spontaneous, and not responsible planners.

~There are some good things about being spontaneous

~I noticed after proofreading this entry how there seems to be a really obvious void where I am ignoring the bad things about not being organized.

~I like the color yellow. It makes me happy. I think this started a little over a year ago, when it became Cori's favorite color, and I was always noticing yellow things to point out to her. She's moved on past her yellow phase. I haven't.

~Some days I get discouraged because I have 20 pounds to lose to get back to my pre-child-bearing weight. Some days I get frustrated that I can't exercise like it did before I broke my ankle. Some days I wonder if Heavenly Father guided me to that waterfall cliff that fateful day last June when I broke my ankle, because he knew exercise and weight loss was nearing obsession with me, and may have been taking precedence over my sweet children. Every single day, I HAD to burn at least 3000 calories. But was I ever making sure I HAD to read to my children?

~I am excited for school to be out so there is less running around. It will probably take me less than 24 hours to miss school days.

~I hope to have a successful schedule for my children to follow during the summer, so they can keep up with learning, reading, and daily jobs. I worry I won't be able to execute this. (See first thought.)

~People complain too much. And it's usually the people who don't really have much to complain about.

~I love my kids, and their welfare is always on my mind. Some times it weighs very heavily on my mind, and I'm often searching for the best method to handle each of them. It is discouraging when I can't find a good direction or solution for their individual needs.

~I think it is absolutely crazy that I can buy a whole new printer, ink included, for cheaper than the cost of replacing ink cartridges. It seems so wrong to throw a perfectly functioning printer in the garbage- but it is what it is.

~Do all kids think they know more than their adult counterparts?

~I'm excited for summer fun!

When I woke up this morning at 6 I was really thirsty, so I went to get a drink. Tman and India were on my bed sleeping (Truman had woken up really sad sometime in the night and Cameron brought him into us, and India woke up to eat about the time Cameron left for work, so I was sleeping in between the two of them for an hour or so.) As I left I looked at them and thought, "Do I dare leave them alone, what if Truman wakes up..." They were pretty far apart on the bed, so I didn't think he would roll over on her or anything, and of course I was just going to get a drink, so I went for it. After i got the drink i had to go to the bathroom. Isaiah was in the bath, so I went , downstairs. Of course while I'm down there I thought I'd hurry and put a load in the wash. As I'm coming up the stairs finally I hear the baby screaming. I run back to the room picturing Truman trying to pick her up or something. But he's sound asleep. With his fat leg lopped over her face/neck. Flop. I can just imagine India's shock at being awaken by such a thing. It must have happened right then, because Truman didn't even have a chance to wake up. I picked her up and patted her, and she calmed down for me pretty quick. That's my funny story of the day.


Ok, I really need to get a camera that is not a cell camera. My cell camera is a pretty good one, it's 7 mega pixal, and the first digital one we bought before Isaiah was born was a 3 mp. But it is hard to get a clear shot with this one... the flash makes the pic to bright sometimes, and if either the people you are photographing or your hand moves even a tiny bit... it's blurry. Like this super cute one of India smiling. Blurry. Oh, well... she's still cute!




Truman really loves our bird, Ronaldo. It's a good thing he does, so he gets some attention and love. The bird. Not Truman. He get's lots of attention and love. I love the second picture the most. He is turning his head to give the bird a kiss.




I think Cori was jealous of the attention Truman was getting with the bird and the pictures I was taking of them, so she wanted me to take some of her. I got some better ones of the bird, but her expression in this one is my favorite, so I put this one up.



Truman still likes to pretend he's the baby from time to time, and laying in the swing is just one of the ways he likes to do that. He is so cute and sweet, I don't have the heart to get mad at him. Even though he is the size of an average 4-yr-old. It's amazing it hasn't broken, but so far it's holding up. One day he tried to lay in it when the baby was already in it. Luckily Ali saw him and was able to stop him in time. Truman has been a truly good boy since the baby was born. He has never hurt her (on purpose... I don't think he understands his fat body would've squashed the baby in the swing.) Sometimes when I'm holding or nursing her, he wants me so he'll climb up and share my lap with her, but he never tries to push her off. He just smiles at her sweetly, and says her name, or "baby" and pats or rubs her head, or gives her a soft little kiss. It melts my heart every time. Cori was good with Truman, too but she was 3 1/2. Isaiah was so rough with Ali we could never leave them alone for a second. I think Truman is one of the sweetest little guys on the planet.


India is most definitely the strongest baby we have had. She was lifting her head up off my shoulder completely the day she was born. I think she must have been doing calisthenics in my belly. The first time we laid her on the floor right after we brought her home, she pushed her shoulder and head all the way up off the floor. She was like less than week old. Maybe she has some supergirl in her. Probably. This picture above she was only 2 or 3 weeks old or so, and look at her hold her head up.


I like this picture. This is Cameron and all three of his girls on the day we brought India home from the hospital.


This one is pretty good too. A little blurry again, but they were jumping around like crazy. They were having a 'go-crazy-with-Dad-night' a few days after India was born, I love how I captured Cameron's agony as one of the kids jumped on him roughly. The kids have so much fun that night, they have been begging to do it again, but I don't think Cameron has recovered yet.



My pictures are out of order, but what can ya do... file a complaint? Here is Ali at the hospital with India the day she was born. She is a good sister. To the baby and Truman. Isaiah and Cori? Well... maybe someday.


This is Truman the day after his birthday, on the way to Ewan's baptism. Isn't he handsome? And cute, falling asleep with his collection of trains in hand/lap.



I love this one, too.... After Ewan's baptism we went to visit Tamber's family. On the drive back, Cori was asleep by the time we got on the freeway. Isaiah made it halfway home, but fell asleep too. Isn't that just sweet? Isaiah is a very good brother. To Cori and Truman. Ali is too close to his age or something, and the baby is too little I guess. Again, maybe someday he'll be a good brother to all of them. I know siblings squabble, so I'll just be grateful it's not worse than it is, and that all the older ones are really good with the younger ones. At least I get some tender moments, and a few good photos to prove they happened.

Ali and Truman's birthdays

Train museum, Ogden



I snapped this when we were laying down playing. Truman is so much fun.



Easter Sunday girls... the boys weren't interested in posing.



We had a birthday week at our house this week. A busy week to boot, as all spring weeks are. Every week goes like this. Monday, Isaiah has soccer game (sometimes in Kaysville, sometimes as far as Ogden.) Tuesday, Ali has softball game and Isiaiah has scouts, Wednsday, Isaiah has soccer practice. Thursday, Ali has softball game and every other week also Activity days. Friday, Isaiah has Soccer game. Oh- and somewhere between 330 and 830 if we are not in any of those places... splash in homework and jobs and dinner and diaper changes... So with a birthday on Monday, and one on Friday... busy busy week. For Ali's birthday, she didn't want to go to the soccer game north of Ogden in Farr West, so she stayed with Robyn at our house and watched a movie she'd been wanting to see. The last few minutes of Isaiah's game was FREEZING. It was windy and then light rain turned to light hail, which turned almost violent within one or two minutes. Anyway we got drenched by the time the game was over and we ran to the parking lot. I'm glad Truman stayed home with Ali and Robyn. So we got home and Ali was able to open her presents and blow out candles. She was very happy she got just what she wanted... the books she asked for and a couple different kinds of invisible ink pens (the kind that show up under black light, which she also received.)



Ok, before I move onto Tmas birthday, I have to write down something funny I just heard on tv (one of the shows I watch when I can... Bones- the dialog is often quite clever.)
~Honesty is clearly the downfall of civilization; Civility, Propriety, and Manners are it's redeemers.
Ok, it is funnier after watching the whole episode unfold as the characters are experimenting with extreme honesty amongst each other.
Now moving on beyond the less relevant things that are on my mind.

Truman's birthday was pretty fun for all of us. We all got on the Front Runner train, and rode up to the Ogden station, where they also have a train museum. (TRAIN! train! Train! TRAIN! Tracks! TrAiNS!) The kids looked at and climbed on the display train engines they had, then we went home and Truman opened his presents (Trains!), then he blew out the candles on his train birthday cake (Trains!) Then he played with his new trains.



I think this if a first for me to have a child SO obsessed with any one thing, He eats with his trains, he sleeps with his trains, he cries hysterically during his bath because he can't bathe with them. It's been like this for a few months now. A month or so ago we discovered Disney channel has a new cartoon, and I knew immediately Tman would love it. Chuggington, It's the song that we can never stop singing, It's the only show he will sit down for more than a few minutes for. Isaiah liked cars, and he liked trains... but nothing to this extent. It's been fun for us to experience such a passion. His whole body actually stiffens with excitement when he sees a real train, as he is yelling, train! TRAIN! Oh mah goodness! Train!

It's Tuesday, so Isaiah is at scouts now, and Ali has to be at her softball game shortly... so gotta go!