Through out the day I find myself thinking after someone has said something or someone has done something, "Perfect! That is what I'll blog about today."
Then I get to the point where I actually have a chance I can sit down and put a few of my thoughts in black and white and I cannot for the life of me remember what I was going to post about. I have been sitting here for 10 minutes trying my hardest to remember....but no...it alludes me.
The only thing I can remember is Beckham came up to me and said, "Mom, when the dinosaurs come back to life, can I ride a pterodactyl?"
"Um....sure Beckahm."
"Great! It will be my first time flying in my WHOLE life!"
That in of itself is funny, but consider this. For the past two weeks Beckham will come up to me, randomly, with no foreshadowing, and say something like, "Mom, can I go jump off the roof?", "Mom, can I ride this stool down the stairs?", "Mom, can I (insert some other crazy adventure)"
I'm not sure why he is asking these things. Surely he knows the answer will always be no. Maybe part of him wants me to think he is very clever in the ways he is thinking to get a thrill. I have no idea.
Either way, if you drive past my house and see Beckham climbing up a ladder to get to the roof, will you please stop and tell him to get down....he has already been told, "No!"
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Knee homework
Pretty much I was on the move before I really opened my eyes this morning. I had scheduled a meeting with Andrew (although in my head I call him Andy because that is how I first met him) so he could have a look at Karaia's knee. He is a great friend of ours and a personal trainer. He went out of his way to see her and we really appreciate it. Thank you, Andy!..er....I mean....Andrew.
We met him at his gym at 8:00am.
Now before we move on, lets just take a moment to fully soak in what that means. That means that me, myself, and I got all four kids ready, three of which had to be ready for school, and out the door in time to be at the gym by 8:00. Which means we actually had to be ready before 8. Technically we didn't pull out of the driveway until 7:51, I was shooting for 7:45, but I will still call it a win.
Andrew had Karaia do all sorts of movements and bends and runs. (While he was working with Andrew the boys were having the time of their life on the indoor soccer court. They talked about it ALL day.) Andrew is more than sharp when it comes to how the body should move to perform at it's best. He noticed right away that her knees, especially the right one, bend in toward each other instead of straight ahead. He said this is very common in girls and can be exaggerated if they have a growth spurt. Well Karaia has grown 1/2 in since the last of November.
He gave us some exercises to do to strengthen all the right muscles and to teach Karaia's body how to bend her knees properly. That means a couple of things for Karaia.
1) NO more sitting with her knees touching the ground with her calves nearly perpendicular to her torso. Yes, it is as painfully looking as it sounds. But it's her preferred method of sitting when on the ground...or a chair...or the couch.
2) More homework after school. I am hoping she will find this fun and not something else to whine at. I am pretty sure I will play the Do-you-really-want-your-knee-to-hurt-like-that-again card if there is too much whining.
Hopefully, this will fix the problem and we won't have to investigate any further.
We did all this and STILL got the kids to school on time.
It was a January miracle.
We met him at his gym at 8:00am.
Now before we move on, lets just take a moment to fully soak in what that means. That means that me, myself, and I got all four kids ready, three of which had to be ready for school, and out the door in time to be at the gym by 8:00. Which means we actually had to be ready before 8. Technically we didn't pull out of the driveway until 7:51, I was shooting for 7:45, but I will still call it a win.
Andrew had Karaia do all sorts of movements and bends and runs. (While he was working with Andrew the boys were having the time of their life on the indoor soccer court. They talked about it ALL day.) Andrew is more than sharp when it comes to how the body should move to perform at it's best. He noticed right away that her knees, especially the right one, bend in toward each other instead of straight ahead. He said this is very common in girls and can be exaggerated if they have a growth spurt. Well Karaia has grown 1/2 in since the last of November.
He gave us some exercises to do to strengthen all the right muscles and to teach Karaia's body how to bend her knees properly. That means a couple of things for Karaia.
1) NO more sitting with her knees touching the ground with her calves nearly perpendicular to her torso. Yes, it is as painfully looking as it sounds. But it's her preferred method of sitting when on the ground...or a chair...or the couch.
2) More homework after school. I am hoping she will find this fun and not something else to whine at. I am pretty sure I will play the Do-you-really-want-your-knee-to-hurt-like-that-again card if there is too much whining.
Hopefully, this will fix the problem and we won't have to investigate any further.
We did all this and STILL got the kids to school on time.
It was a January miracle.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Not too bad
Today was the first full day alone. Kevin is out of town for the week. Normally, this sends me into a panic a day or two before, but I kind of forgot it was coming up. All of the sudden the day for him to leave arrived and he was gone.
Kevin going out of town isn't new to us. It's always easier to have him here for sure, but we do pretty good. It's a really nice change from the when.is.he.coming.home! kind of feeling. The kids were great today. Nothing more than the normal whining. Very manageable.
So there you have it. Not the best day, but not the worst either.
This post should be longer and more detailed, but I am tired and on my own for a few days. We should just all count ourselves lucky that I even remembered to post tonight.
Kevin going out of town isn't new to us. It's always easier to have him here for sure, but we do pretty good. It's a really nice change from the when.is.he.coming.home! kind of feeling. The kids were great today. Nothing more than the normal whining. Very manageable.
So there you have it. Not the best day, but not the worst either.
This post should be longer and more detailed, but I am tired and on my own for a few days. We should just all count ourselves lucky that I even remembered to post tonight.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Mystery
I help out with Karaia's class on Mondays.
Wait, let me back up a bit. Last Tuesday I got a call from Karaia's school saying she was telling them she was in a lot of pain and her knee had a charlie horse in it. Well, knees don't normally get charlie horses. By the time I got there the pain, that had lasted about 15 minutes or so was gone, but she was terrified to move or put any weight on that leg in case the pain came back. The pain is that sever. The office staff was really worried. They said the pain had been significant enough that they could read it on her face.
Back to today. As I was helping with Karaia's class, taking kids in the hallway and testing them, her teacher came and got me and told me Karaia was screaming in pain. I rushed in. Indeed she was. Her desk is right next to Mrs. Pickett's this week allowing Mrs. Pickett to have a good view of what happened just before the pain....nothing.
Not a thing. She was just sitting in her chair, laughing with friends, doing her work, when out of the blue she stopped talking grabbed her knee and began screaming and crying.
The pain lasted, again, for about 15 minutes (during which she refused to let me take her to the doctors--I later found out she was afraid to go to the doctors because she though they were going to hit her knee with that hammer thing while she was in so much pain. We have since cleared that up) She told me that last time when the pain started going away she felt a pop on the side of her knee. This time there was no pop, but the pain subsided enough. She was still terrified of moving it. I have never seen such fear in my little girl's eyes as when I asked her to try and stand up. She was sure the pain would come back.
I told her it was time to stand up on it or I would carry her out of there and we would go to the doctors. It took a little while but we finally managed to get some weight on that knee. It was fine now.
Now Karaia is not one who is dramatic for attention...well not that kind of dramatic. If she's mad or thinks somethings unfair she is VERY dramatic. But being sick or getting hurt has never been anything she's faked for some extra lime light.
I learned two important things today.
1) Karaia has amazing friends. They were very supportive. They cheered her on when she didn't think she could do it. They offered comfort. She is one lucky girl
2) Something is wrong with Karaia's right knee. I don't know what, but her doctor suggests she see a sports medicine specialist. We have some names and we will get appointments this week. Hopefully.
For documentation purposes the pain is on the outside of her right knee, just below the knee cap. She says it feels like something is squeezing and twisting inside and it hurts more if, when she is having an attack, she flexes her calf muscle. The attacks don't seem to have a trigger point. The first one came as she was sitting down to the computer at school. The second one came with no movement at all. She was just sitting.
I hope when we go they know exactly what's wrong. I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to see her in that much pain again until she is in labor. Because then at least it's worth it.
Wait, let me back up a bit. Last Tuesday I got a call from Karaia's school saying she was telling them she was in a lot of pain and her knee had a charlie horse in it. Well, knees don't normally get charlie horses. By the time I got there the pain, that had lasted about 15 minutes or so was gone, but she was terrified to move or put any weight on that leg in case the pain came back. The pain is that sever. The office staff was really worried. They said the pain had been significant enough that they could read it on her face.
Back to today. As I was helping with Karaia's class, taking kids in the hallway and testing them, her teacher came and got me and told me Karaia was screaming in pain. I rushed in. Indeed she was. Her desk is right next to Mrs. Pickett's this week allowing Mrs. Pickett to have a good view of what happened just before the pain....nothing.
Not a thing. She was just sitting in her chair, laughing with friends, doing her work, when out of the blue she stopped talking grabbed her knee and began screaming and crying.
The pain lasted, again, for about 15 minutes (during which she refused to let me take her to the doctors--I later found out she was afraid to go to the doctors because she though they were going to hit her knee with that hammer thing while she was in so much pain. We have since cleared that up) She told me that last time when the pain started going away she felt a pop on the side of her knee. This time there was no pop, but the pain subsided enough. She was still terrified of moving it. I have never seen such fear in my little girl's eyes as when I asked her to try and stand up. She was sure the pain would come back.
I told her it was time to stand up on it or I would carry her out of there and we would go to the doctors. It took a little while but we finally managed to get some weight on that knee. It was fine now.
Now Karaia is not one who is dramatic for attention...well not that kind of dramatic. If she's mad or thinks somethings unfair she is VERY dramatic. But being sick or getting hurt has never been anything she's faked for some extra lime light.
I learned two important things today.
1) Karaia has amazing friends. They were very supportive. They cheered her on when she didn't think she could do it. They offered comfort. She is one lucky girl
2) Something is wrong with Karaia's right knee. I don't know what, but her doctor suggests she see a sports medicine specialist. We have some names and we will get appointments this week. Hopefully.
For documentation purposes the pain is on the outside of her right knee, just below the knee cap. She says it feels like something is squeezing and twisting inside and it hurts more if, when she is having an attack, she flexes her calf muscle. The attacks don't seem to have a trigger point. The first one came as she was sitting down to the computer at school. The second one came with no movement at all. She was just sitting.
I hope when we go they know exactly what's wrong. I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to see her in that much pain again until she is in labor. Because then at least it's worth it.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
relaxed
Naming a post everyday is a daunting thing. It takes me longer to think of a name (which ends up not being a grand name anyway) then it does typing the whole post.
We got to go to my sister, Meghan's, son's baby blessing today. There was a bit of drama in the morning, however. We didn't go to church last Sunday because we were all still sick. It was the first Sunday of the year and therefor the kids would have new teachers.
When Beckham found out we weren't going to church AGAIN he said, very dramatically, "You're acting as if you are NEVER going to let us go to church with our new teachers until NEXT year when we will have even newer teachers!!!!"
Sigh.
I told him he could choose. We would drop him off at our ward while we attended the baby blessing, but Meghan and Alex where looking forward to seeing him.
He wasn't happy about that either.
Eventually he made his choice, "Mom, I decided to go to the baby blessing because that is the right choice. "
We were happy to have him with us.
We got there just in time. Which seems to be the theme for my little family. Graham was a very good, wide awake, baby and Alex did a beautiful job with the blessing.
My children were pretty well behaved. As I've said before, as far as church is concerned, this is always somewhat shocking to me. I'm not sure why as I am told often that people think my children manage themselves very well, but somehow in church they are usually the opposite. It is happy to think that they may be moving into a new phase in which there may be some actual learning at church for us parents.
Afterward we went to Meghan and Alex's for a lunch. We love being with family.
The rest of the day was spent at home, watching movies, snuggling and playing.
The perfect Sunday.
We got to go to my sister, Meghan's, son's baby blessing today. There was a bit of drama in the morning, however. We didn't go to church last Sunday because we were all still sick. It was the first Sunday of the year and therefor the kids would have new teachers.
When Beckham found out we weren't going to church AGAIN he said, very dramatically, "You're acting as if you are NEVER going to let us go to church with our new teachers until NEXT year when we will have even newer teachers!!!!"
Sigh.
I told him he could choose. We would drop him off at our ward while we attended the baby blessing, but Meghan and Alex where looking forward to seeing him.
He wasn't happy about that either.
Eventually he made his choice, "Mom, I decided to go to the baby blessing because that is the right choice. "
We were happy to have him with us.
We got there just in time. Which seems to be the theme for my little family. Graham was a very good, wide awake, baby and Alex did a beautiful job with the blessing.
My children were pretty well behaved. As I've said before, as far as church is concerned, this is always somewhat shocking to me. I'm not sure why as I am told often that people think my children manage themselves very well, but somehow in church they are usually the opposite. It is happy to think that they may be moving into a new phase in which there may be some actual learning at church for us parents.
Afterward we went to Meghan and Alex's for a lunch. We love being with family.
The rest of the day was spent at home, watching movies, snuggling and playing.
The perfect Sunday.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
kind of normal
I fear there may be more days like today. Not much happening, but feeling pretty busy. It makes for a boring blog post, but a goal is a goal.
I put some more of Christmas away. Apparently it will take me two weeks to get it all done. A little here a little there. Not sure why I don't just muscle through it and do it all.
I did have the chance to sew a little baptism present for our cute niece, Morgan, who got baptized this evening.
I enjoy making these dear little towels. I wrap them up with a ribbon and attach a poem about a baptism towel with it. I meant to take a picture of it all wrapped up, but I have children and they distracted me after I had that thought.:)
My children were very well behaved at the baptism, in accordance of their ages. It's nice to see that happening more and more. Who knows maybe that means that hearing ALL of the messages on Sunday is just around the corner.
I put some more of Christmas away. Apparently it will take me two weeks to get it all done. A little here a little there. Not sure why I don't just muscle through it and do it all.
I did have the chance to sew a little baptism present for our cute niece, Morgan, who got baptized this evening.
I enjoy making these dear little towels. I wrap them up with a ribbon and attach a poem about a baptism towel with it. I meant to take a picture of it all wrapped up, but I have children and they distracted me after I had that thought.:)
My children were very well behaved at the baptism, in accordance of their ages. It's nice to see that happening more and more. Who knows maybe that means that hearing ALL of the messages on Sunday is just around the corner.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Why you should never judge...
....a house that is currently harboring a toddler.
A little messy....oh but wait. Let's get a closer look.
SALT!!!!! ARRRRGH!
This is what happens when the mom runs downstairs to clean the play room and leaves the one year old coloring....with a salt shaker near by.
Clean one mess just in time to tackle another.
Some day my house will be clean. Some day my house will be clean. Some day my house will be clean.
This is what happens when the mom runs downstairs to clean the play room and leaves the one year old coloring....with a salt shaker near by.
Clean one mess just in time to tackle another.
Some day my house will be clean. Some day my house will be clean. Some day my house will be clean.
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