So today was a day full of activities. Got my husband out the door , took Chanchis to school, went to the YMCA and did some Zumba, then came home and read some scriptures, and worked on PTA and Relief Society things. My boys took a much needed nap after lunch and then it was time to pick up Chanchis, swing by Sonic for Happy Hour, come home, prepare dinner, put kids in bed. worked on some more things, cleaned the kitchen, ran a load of laundry and sat down and type. But after school today here at home it was a full day. Bradley was given his first homework assignment and it was like pulling teeth trying to do his homework. So after he was done the boys played around the house running around like maniacs. But just before bath time the boys were playing hide-and-seek, and this is when I heard my little Sammy counting, "...ten, eleventeen, twelveteen, thirteen, fourteen, etc.....". Now these are the moments I look forward too. Sammy is such a character!! Of course I had to spoil the fun because they were hiding in my closet and lets just say we store some very special equipment to welcome any burglars or intruders. Then later after bath time came the reward of my heart's day work, Bradley read two more books without being asked or complaining about the size of the text on the book and he read them to his brothers. AHHHHH!! Relief!! He secretly loves to read but he does not know that yet!! Then later that evening after the house is nice and quiet I cut out a bunch of lunch notes/jokes for Bradley and then I walked into my mudroom to put a load of laundry and I stepped on the whole Island of Sodor Train Line. But then I realized, Sammy and Carter have been here. I walked back into the kitchen and there under our stool shines Bradley's old toothbrush, and I immediately know who is the culprit for this, Carter the toothbrush swipper, not covering his track too well. Sometimes I forget the fun the boys have in the house until I have to clean it. Lately I have taken a different approach on cleaning instead of getting upset because the boys made a mess I just clean it and try to think of how much fun they had playing with the toys they leave out. I also try to have a good attitude about cleaning because then they may think cleaning is fun and not repulsive. I was also thinking maybe I got it down, 3 boys is not that bad. Maybe I finally got my balance back after almost a year and despite the fact that I have not dusted in forever, maybe I could handle one more. The thought is not ludicrous, but then I think, could I handle one more? How would I bounce back from that one? Already I have struggled to keep a clean, organized, harmonious home with three busy boys, would one more person throw the balance off? I like it now, or am I getting too comfortable? I am finally loosing weight, do I want to go back to "that" stage? Brad and I have talked about it and I have no doubt that he was ready almost 6 months ago. But me, I am having so much fun now, Bradley does our FHE's, Sammy's is going to bed at a decent time, Carter sleeps through the night, now that I am just getting the swing of things with 3 boys!! Why? Why do these crazy thoughts creep into my mind? I have always known we would be a family of 6. But as Carter joins nursery I just know that I have to let go of the the thoughts of "what if we are just meant to be 5" and accept the idea that 6 isn't that bad. No!! I am not pregnant, I am just trying to convince my brain of what my heart has to say. I remember that when I got pregnant with Carter it was just a leap of faith. I did not think so much of the details. Now, I think well, if I were to have one more my kids will need their mom as soon as I walk in the house after the hospital. There will no breaks. I will still run into trains, do some homework with the boys, run a couple of loads, make some dinner, and add about 20 extra diaper changes, and lets not forget those late night feedings. It all sounds like a lot of work, but it only last about 12 months and then it is all gone, and it would be all gone for us, because we would be done. Somehow, I know I will bounce back, some how I know it will be okay. Now question lies, when will this madness begin?
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
|Royal Bridge Gorge|
Well not exactly, I have been keeping busy and have not tried to sit down to the computer to really write down my thoughts. Some thoughts that have crossed my mind lately have been about my kids. We are about to embark again on the school roller coaster and and all I can think is that last year was last year and I was a rookie at having a kid in public school. This year Bradley won't be the only one in school, Sammy will be joining the ranks of waking up bright and early. I had not given much thought about Sammy going to school but I am glad I am starting early with him. He is a very special kid and he needs time to adjust to new things. Last spring we enrolled him in T-ball and he lasted all of one game and he called it quits. This fall he suggested he wanted to play T-ball again and this time it was all self initiated, so my hope is that he stick with it. But I can't always read him, he sure is a tricky one.
One minute he wants a ham and cheese sandwich with mustard and two bites later and has decided he does not like ham and cheese with mustard. Arghhh!! He makes me go all pirate on him!! As fickle as he is I worry about preschool but I think he will love it when he finds out they have huge dump trucks in the play ground. So wish us luck with Sammy!! My dear Bradley he is a little more precise than Sammy, a little too precise and he is learning so much. Sometimes he asks me questions that I would never had considered asking at his age. He is a thinker and he is my social butterfly. He has often suggested I babysit friends kids "to help his friend's mom"(these statements usually come with an ulterior motive like a friend so he can play Wii with). Lately he has been pulling out the attorney card. Just the other day I asked him to do his chores and swiftly replied,"How about I do this and this chore, and then I can play Wii?" After that conversation I thought we may need to cut back on some Matlock. Kids these days are so smart, changing rules to fit their needs. I don't think so.. Overall he is a great kids and a wonderful big brother.
New beginning make him a bit nervous but I have a feeling 1st Grade is going to be a great year. We have already started to work on a Summer to Do List for next summer so he has something to look forward to. I think this year will be a different year for all of us. Last year I wracked my brains about Bradley being in school. I worried so much, I don't know if it gets easier or just as nerve wrecking every year. I often think it may get better but who knows. This year I added another thing on my plate, I was asked to be the PTA VP and I couldn't say no, so maybe serving at the school in a different area will keep me from being a nervous wreck. I know I definitely won't have as much time to worry about Bradley at school but I know I will still worry. His over sensitivity is a big concern for me, I don't know how to make a sweet kid a tough kid. Sometimes I think what if I alter his character so much I mess him up. AAAAHHHH!! Parenting is such a difficult task, always second guessing what one does as a parent. Let me not forget our sweet Carter. I think in general he is the forgotten child. I feel like Carter's stage is such an easy one. No exterior influences. Love this age. He is moving everywhere these days. Wants to do everything his big brothers do. I can't believe how big he is now.
|Getting Ready for Manti Pageant!!|
This year we will be spending a lot of time together by ourselves catching up since Sammy will be going to school twice a week. I want to see how Carter will develop without the presence of his big brothers. Carter is Brad's shadow, he loves hanging out with him.
|Driving a Denver Fire Ladder|
|First Visit to Temple Square For the Boys|
|These aren't chicken bones!|
Next month he will start Nursery, and I feel like I have not taken him in yet because I am still holding on to that baby stage. I don't want him to grow so fast, but there is not much I can do there. I know he will enjoy nursery, he does fine at the YMCA daycare, and once he gets acquainted with the teachers in Nursery he will love it. He loves to dance and music so I don't foresee a problem in Nursery.. He has acquired some survival skills from Sammy and some tender moments from Bradley. His survival skills have surfaced in an aggressive manner but I think he is this way because he always has to fight for attention and toys from his brothers, hopefully he will channel that energy in a positive way as he grows. His tenderness has been demonstrated by his compassion for his brothers when they are in time out, petting and loving on Bella, being a great little helper. Carter has some very definite traits of mine, he puts everything in the garbage. He will be either a dumpster diver like me a or clean freak like Brad. We have recently discovered that he is a lover of trains and trucks like Sammy.
|That's all Folks!! I am exhausted!|
I am so glad because now Sammy has a friend to play with. So that is all folks. Our lives revolve around our boys, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Just the other day Brad asked me if I wanted him to work as an instructor at the Fire Academy so he could help out more often with the boys since his schedule would change. The proposition was a enticing one but I had to turn his offer down. I may regret this someday but I wouldn't want him to give up working on what he loves to do just because I needed a little more help. All I know is that I can manage and I am not afraid of work and I actually enjoy having my boys time while he is at work. I tend to do a lot more when he is not around, he is so DARN charming that he tends to distract me from my tasks when he is around.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Just the other day I felt like venting about something that happened at Bradley's school. The thought of shouting it out here on my blog crossed my mind but as I reviewed the last few entries I had written I learned that I mostly post about happy things, the what is going on around here kind of entries. So I pulled myself away from the computer and decided I was going to run a few miles on the treadmill and blow off some steam. But now in retrospect I think I had a good argument going on and decided to handle it differently. I know that what I am about to say may put some on the edge but this is just a mere observation I made while I dropped off my child at school. For some it may seem a stretch but as parent who has set certain standards both for myself and my family I don't think it is much of stretch but a sad reality. So the incident started with some pencils and some erasers. As we were nearing the end of the school year and Bradley continually was using a pencil with no eraser. I had seen him use a pencils with a chewed up erasers or no erasers at all. I asked him where his pencils were and he never had an answer, so the following day we brought a pencil with extra erasers. I felt like I was bringing pencils everyday for almost a week. Then one day I realized that all his friends at his table had all had new pencils and new erasers (the same ones we had brougth in), I asked the kids where they had gotten those pencils and they said the community box, but one kid said, "This is Bradley's pencil and he lets me use it." Surprisingly this same child did not give up this pencil, when Bradley was looking for one, instead he suggested that he go look at another table's community box. I was shocked, already at such a tender age they have been trained to take from Peter to give to Paul. Great!! That day Bradley again was stuck with the short of the stick and used a pencil with no eraser. I wrote a very extensive letter to the teacher explaining the situation and how I felt about the community box, I told her that it is not a community box if everyone does not bring their part to share. It does not teach to share but to take and sadly taking soon turns into expecting. She agreed with me and said she had to split up some of the school supplies because some students did not bring their own at the begining of the year. Already I had brought in all the schools supplies that were required to bring and now I am having to bring more for those kids whose parents did not step up to the plate and provide their kids with what they need to learn. I completely understand that there are some unfortunate families that may not be able to afford supplies, but I also know that fire stations, churches, and other non-profit organization help families with such needs. I don't think there is an excuse for a child to go to school unprepared and become another parents problem. After this incident anything extra Bradley would bring was labeled and put back in his backpack, I opted out from being the classroom pencil and eraser welfare provider. I soon learned that it always starts with something small as pencils and erasers and soon it turns into bigger things.