The craft of baby making...

Stealing a kiss from my {not so little} boy...

I layed in bed with this little boy yesterday... nap time. Naps are always better when mom is there.

I don't take naps with the boy very often, but I caved this day. It was his birthday after all.

Every now and then when I give in to the pleading I usually just stay until he falls asleep and then try to sneak out to go do my own thing. But this time he had wrapped his little arm around mine and I was sort of stuck there. So I stayed.

As I layed there I tried to remember what it was like 4 years ago when I held him for the first time. It was a hard day, after laboring for 20 hours and pushing for 2 before being wheeled into surgery for an unexpected c-section. I had never thought that I would ever have a c-section... I don't know why. My mom or sister hadn't had a c-section, why would I? Needless to say it was a rough day. A rough day, that was one of the best in my life. Because I became a mom.

I had tried for a year to get pregnant with this boy. At the time I didn't understand why we couldn't get pregnant. What was wrong with me? Why did it seem that everyone else was able to get pregnant so easily and I couldn't? I realize now the wonderful design of Heavenly Father. I'm so grateful now that I have a four year old. Not a five or six year old, but a four year old. That he was so little when we went through that crazy time in our lives. Too little to know anything, but how to give hugs and kisses. Too little to be influenced by the worries of adults, that he was just a sweet, innocent two year old who smothered his mom with love. This little boy who is so full of love... saved me. He saved my life. Though drugs and potions could spare my physical body for now, he spared my heart.

I'm grateful now that he is four. That he has two years before he will start kindergarten having that late birthday that he has. That hopefully I will be able to stay home with him soon and spend some much longed for time with him before he has to grow up a bit and go to school.

As I layed there with my sweet boy I thanked my Heavenly Father once again that I get to be his mother. And I thanked him for giving him to me when he did... not when I thought it was a great time to have a baby, but when he knew it was the right time for me to have a baby.

I've been thinking about the craft of baby making recently. Some women are able to have babies any time they "want", and have perfectly spaced out children whenever they feel the time is right for them. Other women can't help but get pregnant, and are swimming in a sea of kids because they just keep coming one after the other. Other women have a hard time getting pregnant, they can't get pregnant when they want to. Pay lots of money and spend so much time and energy into trying to grow their family which sometimes works and sometimes... doesn't.

I think that most women would like to fall into the "get pregnant when they want to" category. However, if that's how it worked out all the time for everyone... if we all were just able to have children whenever we wanted to... where does God come into the picture? Where does faith come in? Because it's really not about us. It's really not about when it works out for our "timing", but it's about his timing. It's not about making sure they are each in a separate grade, or that this year we could use a better deductible on our taxes, or that we want to run a marathon before we have another one. Or that our car seat is going to expire so we should fit one more it there... It's about his timing.

And sometimes his timing works out much better for us than our timing would have. But we don't know that until we see it down the road. I really loved this talk from conference, I really spoke to me at this time in my life.

I'm really trying to embrace this right now. And the more I think about it, the more it makes perfect sense. In those moments when I feel sad because I want to have more babies... now, I will remember the beautiful four year old that I do have, and had exactly when it was "right".

Post written October 17, 2011

On the needles...

I've been knitting up some new things. I'm pretty much in love with this lacy - mustard yellow creation here. It always makes me excited to find a few minutes to knit when it's something that I love looking at.

I saw a quote once that said something like, "knitting is my Prozac". I feel the same way. It calms me. It's so relaxing to just sit and focus on the little stitches. Knitting takes a long time, a lot longer than crochet (or so I've been told) and I think that's part of the "therapy". It's something that isn't going to be done soon. It takes many times to find the quiet moments to sit and work, slowly...

My husband says that I've turned into a 60 year old lady... I'm totally fine with that, if it means I can knit, that's just fine...

What not to say to a chubby girl...

It finally happened... every woman's worst nightmare (maybe that's a bit too dramatic?). We were buying some things at The Home Depot today, me, my hubs and the boy. When the cashier says to my son, "Oh.... you're going to be a big brother aren't you?"

Excuse me? Seriously?!?! WHO SAYS STUFF LIKE THAT! Really, isn't it a universal rule that you NEVER verbalize someone being pregnant unless they are actively giving birth or something? At least if they are a good 8 months pregnant and wearing a shirt that says "No I didn't swallow a watermelon" or something of that nature?

The hubs and I looked at each other and just smiled... completely ignoring her. Then she said it again.

"You are going to be such a good big brother, aren't you excited?"

Oh man, you are KILLING ME lady! My husband broke the silence and said, "Maybe someday..."

I've never had that happen to me before. Never. I'm kicking myself now that I didn't come back with, "Nope, I'm just fat." Because then maybe she would have learned this universal rule that you never assume a woman is pregnant... but probably not. Probably not. The second we got out of the store my husband and I both busted up laughing... that did not just happen!

{Sigh}

Yes, I'm carrying some extra weight on me, but I didn't think that I looked pregnant! However, I feel a lot better about what happened today based on the fact that:

A -  I woke up at the crack of dawn and went on a run (day 2 of getting back into it).
B -  I did eat oatmeal for breakfast.
C - I wish there was a C but I can't think of one right now.

Maybe if I remember this for a few days I wont give up on my running again.

Snake wreath...

I really love Pinterest. I do. I was already saving pictures of things I liked on my computer, but it wasn't the best solution because I could never back track to where I had found the picture in the first place. But I like oh so many others have welcomed Pinterest into my life with open arms... it's fun.

On thing that I don't want to happen is to pin a million pictures and just gaze lovingly at them forever and never actually make anything that I like. So I'm trying to actually make the things that I  find and pin.

This snake wreath is one of my firsts...

Not too bad! I gathered supplies. I already had an old wreath that was sitting around... naked.

The large snakes were found at Wal-Mart and the smaller ones at the dollar store.

Wrap the snakes around the wreath.

Spray paint.

Hang and admire...

Now that I'm looking at the pictures on the computer I realize that I need some more snakes! More big snakes. But I love it! It's fun. I think that Halloween is one of the funnest holiday's to decorate for.

All I wanted for my birthday was a ponytail...

All I really wanted for my birthday this year was a ponytail...

And with the help of (several) bobbie pins, I got it!!

Twenty {8} is going to be great!

At least that's what I keep telling myself. The power of positive thinking. It is going to be great!

Toy Organization...

I've been trying really hard to get my home organized. I have a long, long way to go... but progress has begun and that is a great feeling. One that I can now check off my list is getting my little guys toy's organized. I can't take any credit for this fabulous idea, I got it from my good friend Hannah's blog {may it rest in peace...}. She did an organization series once on how to organize kids toys which I totally copied, and I'm so glad! Isn't that what "blog reading" should be about? Seeing great ideas and actually using them to help you in your life? I think so.

We have not used this changing table in a long while, but I'm not quite ready to throw it out yet. So we converted it to a toy storage area in my little guy's closet. 

The bins were all purchased from Wal-mart. I printed out labels with the name of what's in the bin plus a picture so that my little guy could see what belongs in that bin until he's able to read.

I even have a bin with some of his old baby toys, so when little ones come over to play I can just whip out the bin and help keep them happy and occupied. It's worked out great!

I have a bin for quiet "church items" which is only used when we go to church. That way they are not toys that he is playing with all the time so "hopefully" they are fun to get out and see once a week at church.

My only problem is that the church bin is lacking a bit. I'm struggling finding things that my almost 4 year old will want to do in church.

So my humble plea and question is... what do you bring to church to keep your little ones occupied? What seems to work for you and what doesn't? I guess I was always banking on my kid liking to color... but he doesn't. He hates it. So I need to get a little more creative! Any suggestions are more than welcome!

Anyway, I'm really loving this toy system. I have dreams and visions of having an amazing toy room someday, and this is my little start. I'm excited to get more bins put together and in rotation in the closet. The best things about these bins is not only do they fit on the shelves, but I can double stack them in the top shelf of the closet which helps me rotate the bins that are available to play with! Great solution to a previously messy problem of ours. Thanks Hannah!

Blood Cancer Awareness Month...

Did you know that September is Blood Cancer Awareness Month? I didn't either until the other day when I read about it on the Leukemia and Lymphoma website.

So in honor of Blood Cancer Awareness Month, I thought that I would paint my toenails this aw(ful)some shade of green. Just as pink is the official color for Breast Cancer, green is the "official" color for Lymphoma.  Did you know that Lymphoma is considered a blood cancer along with Leukemia and Myeloma? It is. These are all cancers that affect your immune system and are connected to the source of life that runs through all of our bodies... our blood.

September is the month that I was diagnosed with lymphoma. September is also my birthday month (a few more days to go)... and I get to have more birthday's because of the research that has been done to treat lymphoma.

I also finally got my hands on a copy of Lance Armstrong's book, It's Not About The Bike, and read it last week. I really appreciate all he has done in the name of cancer and the foundation that he established. They have raised MILLIONS of dollars for cancer research.

The part of his book that helped me the most is when he talked about survivorship. Living through something like cancer is a feat in itself, but life that follows something like cancer can be hard. I know for me I have a lot of guilt sometimes that I made it. Why did I make it while others don't make it? Sometime I feel like I should be doing something big and wonderful with my life because I made it. But other times I feel like I shouldn't have to do anything, isn't it enough that I'm just alive? It's a difficult field of emotions to handle at times. Lots of depression, lots of frustration with a body that has been through a lot and isn't bouncing back as fast as I want it to. Lots of frustration with myself emotionally that I'm not bouncing back as fast I want to.... and lots and lots of gratitude.

Did you know that after going through cancer Lance got back on his bike and started racing again, and he quit. In the middle of a race back in France he got off his bike and he quit. He went back home and told his manager that he was done, that he was retiring. His manager stalled him and convinced him to ride one last race in the United States before he officially retired. He started playing golf everyday and eating at his favorite Mexican restaurant and just did whatever he wanted to do because it should just be enough that he made it through that... and he was alive. It wasn't until 18 months after he finished chemo that he decided that it was time for him to pull himself up and see what he could do again. It made me feel better to read that. He didn't roll out of the hospital bed and go win the Tour de France. It was a long process of recovery, both physically and emotionally before he was ready to prove to himself and the world that he could do it.

He also talked in this book about the duties that lay upon those of us who survive cancer. That we need to help the work move forward. This is why he decided to start his foundation, to raise money for cancer research. I've also been thinking about what I could do to give back. I have a few ideas, and I'm hoping to make those ideas a reality someday soon. I'm grateful for all that has been done so that I could have a shot at continuing my life.

Happy September everyone!

dreaming about the ER...

I had a dream last night...

I was hanging out with my sister in law and she was telling me that her heart was beating in an irregular rhythm and is was going pretty fast. I told her that there were a few things that could be going on. She could just be having PVC's or PAC's (premature ventricular or atrial complexes) which are basically benign palpitations of your heart. Or she be in a rhythm called atrial fibrillation that could be potentially life threatening. If she was in atrial fibrillation (or Afib for short) it needed to be taken care of right away with IV medication or the blood would not pump through her body the way that it should and she could end up having a stroke or something. Then she started crying... all she heard me say is that she could end up having a stroke. I told her that the only way to know was to get to the hospital and have an EKG done and then she would know...

from google

Then I woke up... and I realized that I spend WAYYYYY too much time at work!

I feel like all I do is work, or think about work, and now I'm dreaming about work!! I live/work in the Emergency Room. Sheesh. I long for the day that I dream about knitting a sweater or running in a race or something like that.

I really love my job. It is so interesting to be there and to learn all these things that I've learned. But I do spend a lot of time there. Which brings me to a whole different reality.

I work around doctors and westernized medicine everyday. Part of me thinks that I should go back to school and become a nurse, or a PA, or something like that. But when I come home everyday, I use my lemon grass oil and take my fish oil and probiotics. The only "daily medication" I take are herbal supplements and high doses of vitamin C. Before a long car ride I pop some ginger pills and I treat my allergies with a nettie pot and humidifier.

I don't know if I could be a PA. I don't know what type of medical job would allow me to "preach what I actually practice". This is a field that I really love and enjoy... but I'm torn.

My days in the ER are numbered because we are planning on moving sometime in the next few months. But I really am grateful for everything I've learned there. I don't want to waste it, but I don't know what to do with it either. I have time to figure it out. I'm hoping that my old boss will hire me back and let me be a stay at home mom again.

I think he will... because he says that I'm his best girl. And he doesn't care if I prefer westernized medicine or natural medicine, as long as I take him to the park and make shadow puppets on the wall before bed he's up for whatever.

Yes... maybe it is time for that type of a job again...

Big foot pinata...

We do a family campout every summer with my husband's side of the family. This was the third year that we did it, it's something that we look forward to all year.

For the past two years something that always seems to come up as we are sitting in the dark forest surrounded by trees is... Big Foot. One of my brother in laws is a firm believer in Big Foot, and likes to share the latest story that he's heard about Big Foot sightings while at this campout. We decided this year to bring Big Foot to our camp, so my super crafty SIL Rachel got to work and made an awesome Big Foot pinata.

I can take no credit for this master piece. The only thing I contributed was the idea to use a cereal box for the center. The rest was all her. I think she did an awesome job.

She blew up little water balloons for the head and shoulder pads {and bum cheekies}. Then she laced a wire hanger through the top and down the bottom for the legs, wrapping the legs in newspaper. Once she was satisfied with the form of Big Foot we strung it up on a rope over a table so that we could paper mache "it".

Love the bum cheeks... funny!

We mixed water and four until it was all combined. We made it more runny that thick and had strips of newspaper to dip in and mold to Big Foot's body.

I believe they did three coats, letting each coat dry in between. It was a pretty solid structure, that's for sure.

She decided to spray paint it brown and then cover it with "hair"... and moss. Because you know Big Foot does have moss growing on his back and all.

And here he is in all his glory...

It was a hit! The kids loved smashing in Big Foot! In the end, he was a little too indestructible. All the kids took two turns and he was still pretty intact. I think that two layers of the paper mache would have been fine. It was a fun addition to our campout though, and so much cheaper and CUTER than one we could have bought at the store {assuming that we could have found a pinata like this... which I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have been able to}. Rachel did an awesome job!

 

Marilyn...

Michelle Williams as Marilyn...

I loved reading through this Vogue article about Michelle Williams who is playing Marilyn Monroe in a new movie, My Week with Marilyn.

Something you should maybe know about me... I really love Marilyn Monroe.

I've loved her since I was in junior high. In 7th grade we had to pick a historical figure to research and do a little prepared speech about. We then had to dress up like the person we chose and had a "history night" with all of our parents invited where we presented our speeches. I chose Marilyn. I'm glad that my mother didn't try to shy me away from this or question my motives. I've read quite a few biographies about her and have always been really fascinated by her life. A pretty girl who started out as Norma Jean Baker, and turned into one of the biggest icons of her time, Marilyn.

So I was a little giddy yesterday when I realized there would be a movie made about her! It's about time! Sadly... we have to wait until November 4th for it to come out.

I almost hesitated to write this because I realize that Marilyn is not the best example for a lot of things in life. She was addicted to drugs, had pretty loose morals, etc, etc. So why is it that I like Marilyn?

I like that she was a beautiful woman. To me she just exudes femininity. She was not some skinny waif of a girl (not that there is anything wrong with that... if it's your natural body type). She embraced her curvy, full body and she worked it! I loved the dresses that she wore and her red lipstick. Michelle Williams says in the article that she had to gain weight and still pad her hips with padding to look like Marilyn. I wish there were more "female idols" today that looked like curvy, real, women.

Many date nights with me and my hubs have been spent curled up on the couch, watching old Marilyn movies, my favorite being The Seven Year Itch. I can't wait to see this movie about her...

This boy...

This little boy of mine really loves Dora... and I'm totally cool with that!

He also really loves girls, and is always pointing out when he sees a pretty girl... I'm okay with that too.

Except for when he goes up to a cute girl {lady really} at Costco and tells her that she has a cute bum... not so okay with that one.

Happy day...

me, my hubs, and his dad

Today was one of the happiest days of my life!!! My cute husband graduated from Nursing School today. It's been a crazy ride, but I am just gushing in pride today for all that he has accomplished. Just for kicks I want to go through what it took to get to this point.

 - About 2 1/2 years ago he decided that he wanted to become either a Nurse Practitioner or a Nurse Anesthetist. Both of those career choices require you to first have a bachelor's degree in Nursing. He had already gotten his bachelor's degree in Biology so in order to do this he had to go back and get a second bachelor degree in Nursing. We knew it would be a long hall but worth it in the end, so we searched out the best option for us. There were a few classes that he was lacking to apply to a nursing program so we decided he would go to class at night after working full time to get this done.
 - Three days after our baby Clayton died he started his pre-req classes. It was hard to have him gone 12+ hours a day between work and school so soon after losing our baby, but we didn't want that to stop us from going forward with this.
 - He continued to work during the day and go to class at night after I was diagnosed with cancer and was going through chemo. That was brutal. It was really hard to have him gone all the time and try to take care of our boy, but we kept on going.
 - He started applying to nursing programs about halfway through my chemo treatments. He was accepted to an accelerated nursing program the same month that I finished my treatments. Nursing school usually takes two years to complete. The program he was accepted to was specifically for students who already had a bachelor degree and were getting a second degree, and this program could be completed in one year. We decided to go ahead with it, even though it meant that he would have to quit his job and I would have to get a job in order to make it work.
- I started working about 2 weeks before he started nursing school. I waited as long as I could. I was 4 months out of chemo and my hair was about 1 inch long :). But I think I did a good job fooling my new coworkers. I didn't tell any of them that I had just finished chemo until about 6 months into my job.
- For the year Trent was in school he was gone about 6 days a week... all day long! It was very intense. We saw very little of each other. I worked full time so that we could have a little money and health insurance so that I could continue to get my follow up scans. And of course we couldn't have done this without our amazing babysitters watching our boy for us. I have such awesome friends, who took in my little guy and loved him like their own.
- And today all this hard work paid off!!! HE'S DONE!!!!

I feel like this is the best thing that has happened to us in a long time... and we worked our tails off for. it. I was pretty emotional at the ceremony today. I tried not to be, but it was just such a relief to have made it through. My husband is amazing... getting awesome grades the whole time and following this through.

I'm just so proud of him... so proud of us. Happy to be done and ready to move on to the next great adventure life has in store for us.

Lessons learned from Candy Land...

My boy wanted to play Candy Land today. So we got out the game and sat down to play. Now... keep in mind he is three years old and he hasn't quite figured out how to play the game "exactly right" just yet. He started out really well, drawing a card and moving his little player to the right space. But about halfway through the game he became way more interested in drawing the cards with the pictures on them rather than the colored square. "But mom, I want to go visit the lollipop girl" or "I want to go see the candy cane forest." He had completely lost interest in trekking along and making it to the end of the game, but wanted to jump around and see the sights, regardless of if it put him back to square one.

At one point I caught myself wanting to say, "No, that's not how the game is played. You need to make it to the end, to the castle." The point of the game is not to go see all these other sites.... or is it?

My own little life flashed before my eyes. Here we are, in our eighth year of marriage. We do not live in a fancy big house, or have a fancy car. My husband is not well established in his career, but about to finish his second bachelor degree. We have not gone about our lives going from one colored square to the next, but have been jumping around the board for quite some time here. Some of our adventures have been grand, such as moving to Hawaii in lieu of settling down and getting established. Some adventures were not what we had planned or wanted {such as landing on the Liquorish Forest and having to go back to the beginning of the game}. But they have still been adventures, and the journey has still been a great lesson in life to us.

I look at some of our friends and family members who are way advanced in the Candy Land game and seem to be almost at "the castle" so to speak. Pulling all the practical cards and moving along. We have not taken that path. Many times I've wanted to but that is not how it has worked out for us either by our own choice or by the card we happened to draw, and that's okay.

So which is the better way to play the game? Working hard to get to "the castle" or jumping around and taking time to see all the sights? I think they are both right for different reasons and for different people.

So we played Candy Land a little differently today. We did visit the gumdrop troll looking guy, and Mrs. Peanutbrittle. We sailed down the Rainbow bridge and spent some time in the Candy Cane forest. I hope that as I continue to teach and mother my boy that I remember that there is not only one way to play any game. That however he wants to play the game, or his life, we are here for him, and want to go along for the ride.

Knitting needles...

I need to find me some incredibly large knitting needles...

How amazing is this home!!! I love all the big, chunky knitting with the rustic white and wood accents in the house. I could just curl up in that window bed and stay forever.



All images found here. Check out the whole house, it's amazing.

Fish Taco Picnic...

We took some of our friends out of the heat of the city and into our favorite meadow for some yummy fish tacos last weekend. It was so nice up there! We practically had the meadow to ourselves.

I love this meal for picnics because you can prep most of it ahead of time, and it's so good! I made all of the fillings and put them in containers to bring along.

Pico de gallo (with and without onions), shredded cabbage, black beans, grilled salmon (and whatever sauce you like).



We brought a pan and our little butane stove to cook the corn tortillas there. This was nice because they have fire restrictions in our little mountain here, but no restrictions on stoves. And these taste so much better with nice hot tortillas.

They were delicious! Which is nice because I had quite the "authentic" crowd to please...

Not sure why I even try to cook Mexican food for my Mexican friends... seriously! They said that I passed though, which is nice! I'm trying to buy back my friends love {because she deleted me as her friend on facebook.... just kidding, not really. I think she will be my friend again now...}.

Entertainment for the kidlets was riding the big wheel down the hill...

And throwing rocks at cans...

Nothing like a refreshing night in the mountains with good friends and some yummy food.