A Slide for Any Season

So Monday came and went I am not completely well yet. However, today has been the best and most promising. My fingers are crossed that tomorrow the sore throat will be gone and I can wear my contacts again. Yesterday the virus spread to my eye and it was all goopy so I had to throw away the new pair of contacts I put in that morning. I must not have washed my hands all that well or I introduced the germs some other way. At least today the goop is gone.

I did go to the doctor because this thing was lasting so dang long and has been so painful. I confirmed that it was viral and not strep throat so no antibiotics. He said the rash looked like hives and maybe my body when under stress produces histamines and when my clothing rubs against the skin I break out in hives. The take home message to me was: I am allergic to getting sick. Stay away from illness.

Ever wanted some ideas on how to play with a little brother. How about making a slide out of couch cushions? You pile some cushions on the couch then lean one against those cushions and the floor. Ta-Dah. Instant slide to send your brother down or even take a ride yourself. That is what the kids did today. At least they took care of him and I heard no crying (there was some fighting between the sisters but when does that not happen). Of course I didn't think to take a picture.

Aaaaack!

I changed my blog address and forgot about the warning someone else gave when they did this. I lost all the blogs that I read. Please send me a comment or an email if you were on my list and still want me to keep up to speed on what you are doing in life. If I had somehow missed you on my list let me know so I can add you now.

Macy

Sometimes Macy hasn't always been painted in the best light, but really she is the most thoughtful, wonderful kid. She has her issues but what kid doesn't. And most of the stuff that drives me nuts happens at home and she is very, very good around others.

An example of her sweetness happened around Christmas time. It was a few days before Christmas and she mentioned that we didn't get a gift for Santa. She was really concerned about this. I told her that Santa doesn't need any thing but maybe we could mail him a thank you card after Christmas. She brighten up with that idea. After Christmas she didn't forget. She reminded me that she wanted to send him a card. Well I was busy at the moment and we have since forgotten to send out thank you cards to anyone. Leave it to mom to spoil the lesson. Maybe this week we can do those cards and still help her to be grateful for what she received. I know she hasn't forgotten because her and Kelsey have already started to think about their Christmas list for next year.

(My memory is bad but I think she wanted to get Jesus a gift too.)

The Saddest Thing

This is the saddest picture. Luckily, we don't have anymore of this from him. The poor little guy didn't feel good from Sunday night to Saturday. We still have a little snot but he is back to smiling and getting into a lot of trouble. He has figured out how to pull himself to standing to reach TV remotes and has managed to pull the nose off of Macy's zhu zhu hamster (we had to fish the nose out the garbage because I didn't know what the pink plastic pieces were in Braden's mouth).

I am glad he is over his cold but now I am wishing I were over it. I have had one of the worst sore throats since Thursday. The coughing that has come with it doesn't help my throat or ears feel any better. I also have my silly rash back. I now get this weird rash everytime I get some type of bacterial or viral infection. The last time this happened the doctor just said sometimes rashes are part of the infection and sometimes it is the way an immune system responds. Either way it is terrible. Sleep seems to be the only way to find some reprieve. However my body doesn't feel so terrible that it wants to sleep all day. Dang it. Hopefully by tomorrow I will be over it. By the way my nose does not look like Braden's did.

With Bad, Some Good Can Come

I have buggers in my hair and smeared on my neck. I am typing with one hand. My little guy is sick with a nasty cold. I had to take a picture of his face this morning after he woke up because it was so gross looking it became funny (The picture will have to come later when I am a little more free). The good side is that today he has actually wanted to cuddle (he woke up sick yesterday and still really didn't want to be held like a baby). I got to take a 20 minute nap because he would only sleep in my arms. I am also grateful because he still slept through the night last night. He got up at 6 am, had a bottle and went back to sleep until 11 am. So I was able to get some things done. I still don't think I want another day like this, unless he will stop grabbing my book so I can do some reading.

Goodbye for Now

*This was started at the end of December and I finally finished it today.

December has been a good month overall. There was one difficult patch but we got through. A most extraordinary person, my grandmother, passed away mid-December. She hung on long enough for her whole family to say goodbye, including my uncle who flew in from Virgina. The hardest part about the death of a loved one is the regret of not asking this question or that question. There is sometimes the regret of "if only I made it one more visit" even though you couldn't have possibly squeezed in any more visits. There is some selfishness that can come into play. You start to think about all things that won't happen anymore and all the sights you won't see anymore. You want the person to live just so that you can continue to have these things still in your life. But that is not the plan so luckily we have been given memories to hold on to and I have been blessed with the knowledge that I can see her again. I have also been blessed to know that she was reunited with her friend and eternal companion. She had been a widow for 26 years and at the end all she wanted to do was to go "home".

Her funeral was beautiful, but cold. She had everything mapped out in a binder. The binder included a list of people to call to notify of her passing. It had a request for a poem to be read that my grandfather wrote. There were suggestions for speakers and a request for songs. One in particular was to have my cousin play her part of a duet her and my grandmother used to perform. The song was "How Great Thou Art". She had written that she didn't want the most expensive casket and her favorite color was pink so she wanted pink flowers. She even specified that the funeral was not to last longer than an hour. I never saw the binder so all this was hearsay and I am not sure what other details were there. All I know is that it was special and I am glad I made it out to visit several times in the recent months.

My biggest fear when people pass away is that I will forget what they look like and forget precious memories I had with them. I jotted down some memories with my grandma to help stop this fear from coming true. Those that knew her, please feel free to add your 2 cents to help my poor memory.

• Sleepovers at her house. My grandpa passed away when I was 3 so I think to help fill a gap she used to have her grandkids over a lot. My sister, Emily, my cousin, Garrett, and I did a lot of these. There are a lot of memories in connection with the sleepovers so they will get their own bullet points.
• Building forts with her old, but huge 1960s or 70s couch cushions. They were gigantic, orangy brown square cushions. We also used these as sleds to ride down the stairs.
• Playing at the elementary school playground right across the street. On Sunday dinners or holiday dinners my dad would often take us over there. The playground used to have a foursome teeter totter thing and big swings.
• Rolling Easter eggs down hills. One time at my cousin Garrett's house and one time at the elementary school. She would often let us color the eggs with crayons.
• Helping her clean out my grandpa's old desk and finding "robin eggs" aka peanut M&Ms.
• She was very positive. She always praised us for things. Most recently she was always telling me what a good mother I was and how cute I was with my kids. She often told me how proud she was of me. She was proud of Brian too. She read my blog often and would always tell me what a good writer I was. I don't know how true that is, you be the judge.
• She was an amazing journal writer.
• Building a tent in her back yard using string, blankets and her plum tree. She then let us sleep outside in our tent.
• Along with my Grandma Bonnie and my mom, she made all the dresses at my wedding, except my wedding gown and the mother's dresses. She was a great seamstress. I know she learned it from her mother who actually went to college for a sewing degree. She would always say she wasn't as good as her mother.
• To go along with sewing, there was a lot of unpicking. There wasn't a sewing project that something didn't have to be unstitched. she liked to do things right.
• I did a lot of sewing with her. She sewed some of my school clothes with my mom. One time Emily and I went over there and we made an outfit. It was sewn well but my fashion at the time wasn't so good.
• Other things I sewed with her: my junior prom dress, a pioneer dress we donated to This is the Place State Park, a shower curtain
• She introduced us to a game called Skipbo.
• She was always helping my sister and I with craft projects. We made a Christmas wreath and a floral arrangement for my mom's wall.
• She loved to paint and was very good at water color. She liked to help my sister and I explore this talent. I remember her helping us paint a galaxy picture for the Reflections contest in elementary school. I know there was other projects. After I was married I painted two pictures with her that hang in my house today (well they are in storage for the time being).
• On one of her missions she sent me a lesson she had used and suggested I use it for a family home evening lesson. I did it. I wish I still had it because it was good. All I remember is that there were sticks with clues or something taped to them. My family had to find them outside and then the main point centered around a scripture found in the Book of Mormom about remembering. I will have to try my best to remember the scripture and look it up. I believe it was when one of the prophets was talking to his 2 sons whom he had named Nephi and Lehi after their forefathers. At the time those references to remembering couldn't be found in the index, I believe.
• She liked to share the gospel with her family at each gathering.
• She introduced our family to the Easter story in the Easter eggs. A few years later she added the Book of Mormom Easter Story to the eggs.
• Helping put up her Thanksgiving and Christmas decorations. Usually on Thanksgiving we would sleep over so we could help the next day.
• She would put out her china on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Her china will always remind me of those wonderful holidays spent with her. I picked out my china to match hers.
• Her birthday was the end of October. The last gift my grandfather gave her was the precious moments nativity. He was so excited to give it to her he could hardly stand it. He passed away that Thanksgiving. Her one regret was his last meal was mush from the hospital cafeteria. She said he absolutely hated the stuff (I do too). He sent her home after breakfast so she could get the Thanksgiving dinner ready. The doctors thought he would be fine. Well that afternoon right before dinner the hospital called to say he had passed away.
• She had the most beautiful garden. She had a plum tree and peach tree. She had raspberries and planted all sorts of other vegetables. She loved to garden. She grew beautiful iris, hibiscus and roses. She loved to paint the hibiscus and iris and put together beautiful flower arrangements.
• Of course there was raking the leaves.
• She tried to teach us how to get along and be happy. She didn't like my sister, cousin and I to fight or be upset. She would always find some way to make us smile when we were determined to be made. She would say things like "don't you smile" or "if you smile your face will crack". There was one game she would play and went something like this: I am an old lady with a stick and a staff, you must neither smile nor laugh, but say right down I do. The person would then ask in a witchy voice if you would do something terrible like eat worms. The person made would have to say "I do" without laughing or breaking a smile.
• When we would sleep over she would have us say our nightly prayers. To avoid fights over who got to say it we would each take a turn saying what we were thankful for or asking for something needed.
• She always gave us miniature marshmallows for treats. Sometimes these would be roasted over a candle. We did caramel apples a lot with the kraft caramel.
• I only saw her in shorts once because she thought her legs were ugly. She didn't have a swimsuit because she never learned to swim.
• Brian and I lived with her for 3 months while our first home was being finished.
• She was a good cook and came up with magic sauce. She won an award from Better Homes and Garden for her cherry syrup recipe.
• She always had food storage.
• She usually let us do what we wanted but had a way of persuading us out of doing things she wasn't thrilled with.
• One sleep over she let us move everything out of her shed and that is where we slept. We brought an extension cord from the house to plug in a TV and my cousins Nintendo. We may have done this twice.
• For my birthday, she would take me out shopping for the day. I could pick out what I wanted and then we would get lunch. It was usually something like Arby's or Taco Bell but one time, I believe, it was at the ZCMI restaurant at Cottonwood Mall.
• She bought Kelsey's blessing dress because we named Kelsey after her.
• Brian makes fun of me for this, but I own 2 shirts from her that are hand-me downs. She felt she had gotten too skinny recently so she asked if I wanted them. I like them so I wear them.
• The last thing she said to my sisters and I was to strengthen our testimonies. She said this is so important because she wants us to be with her again. (I wish I had written this down as soon as I left the room because now it is a vague memory and I don't know if my sisters could hear her very well.)

This is what I can remember for now. Maybe one day I will add more it to. All I can say is she is one very special and influential woman and I will miss her.

Head Strong, Yes

Homework today was excruciatingly painful. Macy and I worked on it for an hour and a half. Now mind you she is in kindergarten and the homework shouldn't take that long. For some more background she sat and argued with me this morning about the game Hi Ho Cherry-O. She said it was apples on the front. I told her they were cherries because the box read "cherry". I even pointed this out. She continued her stand that they were apples and that the letters "cherry" actually spelled "apple". After at least five minutes of going back and forth I left the conversation because I got no where with her and to her it still says apples.

Anyways part of her homework is to go through pages of graded school work and help her correct them. She came home with a stack today (her teacher must have caught up over Christmas). Each time I would point out something good she had done and then point out the mistake. When it came to the mistake she was convinced of some conspiracy against her. She is sure someone else circled the wrong answer because she knows she circled the right one. Or someone else wrote her name at the top of their paper. Or she didn't use pencil she used marker/highlighter. This would be funny except for she gets really mad when I gently tell her that isn't true. She screams, gets upset, and gets frustrated that I don't believe her. I finally had to end the topic only to try to revisit it a little later. One in particular was a picture of an egg and she was to right the beginning letter under the picture. Well she had "Aa". I tried to explain to her how to pronounce "egg" not "agg" and that we needed to fix the letters. She disagreed with me again. She told me that is not what her teacher said.

After this she had to read. When it comes to reading she has to read the word correctly the first time or she gets angry and frustrated. She grunts, wiggles, shouts, whines that she can't do it, etc. She gets so wiggly the more she struggles. She turns upside down, side ways, scoots to the left then to the right. She gets so mad that will stop and refuse to read for a bit.

If you were a fly on the wall I am sure it would be hysterical to watch these scenes play out. Some days I avoid certain parts of homework. Some days I don't make time for it completely because it can be so grueling. Some days are a breeze (if she is good at what we are doing). Some days I am more patient. Some days I am less patient. Today I was more patient. I remained calm for the most part. When she wouldn't finish I would say that was her choice but there are consequences to our choices. I then would go work on something. She would come crying back and say she would finish it. We would get stuck and again I would tell her that was her choice. She would stop. After a minute she wanted to play but I reminded her that she had chosen not to finish her homework so it was back to the books. Thankfully we finished and I am writing this blog today. Her homework could be a partial reason we my blogging has been so sporadic.