Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Magic age of 8

Alex has hit that magic age. I don't know if it's the same for every 8yr old but it's been great for Alex. Don't get me wrong, he is still Alex but there are some moments that give me hope for him!

He is becoming more aware of needs. He responds quickly when he sees that I need help. The last 2 weeks we have gone to free summer movies. The only way we can see a movie is if we bring a carseat to strap Lu into. You should see Alex trying to carry that carseat for me while I wrestle Lu. It's heavy for him and he can't hardly see where he's going but he does it because he sees I need help. I love it!

Last week we took a day trip to Temple Square. It was a great day. Lu really latched onto Alex for some reason. For a time she wouldn't hold my hand or get into her stroller but she would hold Alex's hand and stay with him. After a while she lost the desire to hold his hand and started running off. He tried his hardest to stay with her and direct her back to me. It was fun to watch him struggle with her(probably because for once it wasn't me!). Finally he sat down and said "Mom, this is hard work". I loved it!

That same day we went to Deseret Book and he picked out new scriptures. He is getting baptized in a couple of weeks. He has loved these new scriptures! He wants me to read them to him quite often. We had a magical moment recently where it was just me and him and we were reading his scriptures. He wanted me to share my favorite scriptures with him and mark them. I really enjoyed this time with him. I would find a great scripture and explain why I loved it. I loved sharing my testimony with him. I know he loved it too. It was a very special time with him. Here he is with his new scriptures.
I am learning that as a mother you have to enjoy the small moments to be happy. I have been so blessed to enjoy some of those small moments with Alex lately. I'm going to hold onto those tight for the times ahead when I'm certain to need them!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


This is Lu sitting under our picnic table eating raw corn on the cob. It was her first time with corn on the cob. Last summer we cut it off the cob for her. After we cooked the corn she had no interest in it! She's a funny girl. She has found that it's shady under the table so when we are outside we often find her sitting there or laying there in the shade!

Monday, July 25, 2011

Starting Over (again)

Today I am making a change (again) at our house. We started the summer with a great schedule and great ideas. Since then I have slowly, steadily fallen back into my habit of no structure. This might be ok for some families but it's not ok for mine. I have finally figured out how much Tyler thrives on a schedule. He LOVES knowing what comes next and what is expected. Unfortunately for him, I am completely the opposite. This is one of the many ways that Tyler is forcing me to change and become a better person and mom.

So, today....there will be no screen time until after lunch or jobs are done. It is Make-it-Monday and we'll be putting together school kits for kids who don't have money for school supplies. Tuesday is Terrific Library Day, Wednesday is Wacky/Wet Wednesday. Thursday is Think of Something Day(I know that's lame but I couldn't come up with another rythme). Friday is Friend Day. That's not to say we don't play on other days but it's a day devoted to playing. When we have stuck to the schedule I am amazed at how much better everything goes around here.

I am amazed by the mom's that effortlessly keep schedules like this. They make it look easy and it's fresh and fun all the time. I am trying, do I get points for that?

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Some mothers get babies with something more...

A friend posted this on her blog recently. It is where I got the name for this blog.

Sometimes we all get more than we expected. It's how we move forward and deal with it that counts! I'm grateful for all the amazing examples around me of poeple who got more than they expected.

Some Mothers Get Babies with Something More.....

by Bridget Ann Bailey on Monday, February 1, 2010 at 6:21pm
SOME MOTHERS GET BABIES WITH SOMETHING MORE… My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn’t matter whether it’s a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that’s what she says. That’s what mothers have always said. Mothers lie. Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more.

Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule. Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.

Some mothers get babies with something more. Some mothers get babies with conditions they can’t pronounce, a spine that didn’t fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn’t close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn’t see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can’t be possible! That doesn’t run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?

I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It’s not a lust thing; it’s a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw – rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler. As I’ve told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there’s no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery.

The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the praise and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you’ve occasionally questioned if God is on strike.

I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you’re ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn’t volunteer for this. You didn’t jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, “Choose me, God! Choose me! I’ve got what it takes.”

You’re a woman who doesn’t have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. From where I sit, you’re way ahead of the pack. You’ve developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You’re a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You’re the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You’re a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more. You’re a wonder.

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